"Emperor, do you need my assistance?"
Deep within Xianyang City, Jiang Chen had also sensed the Emperor's weakness and wanted to lend him a helping hand.
However, the Emperor refused.
"It's no trouble, just focus on refining the Twelve Metal Figures, and strive to refine those Quasi-Saints as soon as possible." The Emperor transmitted his voice to Jiang Chen, instructing him not to intervene.
"I understand!"
Although unsure of the Emperor's deeper intentions, Jiang Chen still followed his orders and suppressed the urge to act.
"Damn it!"
"Nothing but twelve chunks of iron, do you really think you are the Twelve Ancestral Witches? Dreaming of refining me, your ancestor, is simply wishful thinking."
Within the God-killing Array formed by the Twelve Metal Figures, the Ancestral Witch Kunpeng's flesh regathered into human form, roaring continuously.
