Seeing that she had the upper hand, Green Lady taunted with glee, "Mo Batian, you think you're so powerful? Come at me then!"
Mo Huasong sneered and advanced.
"Master." Nine Dragons Fish cried out in fear.
Not just Su Weidong, even he was afraid of this fourth-grade attack talisman.
He could sense the danger of the fourth-grade talisman, as if it could blow him to bits.
Mo Huasong shook his head, "You all retreat. I've got a plan to dodge."
Ever since Mo Huasong purchased a large amount of soul restoration resources this morning, he had thrown them all into his Spiritual Sea for Sword Spirit's consumption.
Now, having eaten plenty of recovery resources, Sword Spirit was in a deep slumber, and he didn't want to disturb her.
Furthermore, ever since the Black Ghost Fire devoured quite a bit of Spirit Stones at once, it had been dormant. He wasn't sure if it had burst from overeating.
