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The chilling touch spread from the surface of his skin, seeping into Noland Lee's body.
He felt every part of himself enjoying an extremely tender massage, so indulgent and tranquil.
But Noland Lee knew deep down that this was the temptation of chaotic energy, and he must not succumb to it.
He forcefully gathered his spirit, focused his attention, and tried his best to block out the sensory experiences brought by the use of chaotic energy.
Noland Lee looked down at his body.
Beneath the Magic Robe, his flesh and blood had already turned into a grayish-purple mist.
An energy membrane formed around the mist, binding it into a human shape.
"Nolin, withdraw the Armored Mechanical Spirits,"
Noland Lee said in his mind.
Seeing Noland Lee's action, Nolin had her doubts but still complied.
She maneuvered the remaining twenty Armored Mechanical Spirits to the side, ready to assist Noland Lee at any moment.
