This type of baffling witchcraft casting, Lin An didn't even know how to enter the battlefield.
He even suspected that the dark gold spiritual aura emanating from Professor Cao, the traces of Mr. Liu's erosion over himself, and the droplet of Chen Xinmi's dark gold spirituality blood left inside his body, all of these one by one, would cause him to be stuffed into this eerily flickering body once he got close.
This witchcraft is so damn bizarre!
Fortunately, he had always possessed a very special cheat ability—peeking into spirituality, the visualization of transcendent power.
Above this capriciously changing body loomed five enormous figures.
A dark gold statue sat atop a giant frog, one leg crossed, the other dangling out of the wizard's robe.
This was Chen Xinmi's witchcraft spirituality.
One hand of the dark gold statue raised flat, above the palm floated a spider web woven like blood vessels, each node of the web hosting a beating heart.
