A casually spoken sentence gathered more gazes on his face.
The marks lit up, revealing the figure of the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.
Before the crowd could exclaim, Ye Hanjun raised his eyebrows, feeling surprised.
He recognised this Fond Spirit...!
Nearly four meters tall, with two legs, three arms, and one head, it was uniquely designed.
At its feet, a pair of Fire Wheels spun round, like two whirlpools of fire.
The third arm that grew on its back held a deep-red Long Spear with raging flames embedded in it.
The spear was so sharp, Huo Xin, who was standing closeby, found his eyes stinging. He dared not continue to observe and immediately shut his eyes.
Slightly farther away, Su Mei, Wang Xinfei, and Li Jingming, all looked away, not daring to look for long.
"What kind of Fond Spirit is this? It has such a stunning form..."
