Morris's body was several times more robust, with golden patterns on his gray-black skin erupting with energy ripples. He clenched his fists, looking down at the Holy Castle below.
A faint golden glow seemed to shimmer behind him, merging into the Holy Castle Base at the rear.
A surge of spiritual fluctuations swept over, "Azure Dragon, do you still remember me?"
Something was indeed amiss... Li Ming's heart stirred slightly; the spiritual fluctuations did not bring him much pressure, and his gaze fell on the tail behind the opponent.
"What's he doing? Not attacking directly... does he want to reminisce?"
In the core area of the Holy Castle Base, the pale golden Eternal Holy Seat stood towering. Costate watched the virtual screen in front of him, broadcasted by Holmes through spatial mapping.
He was quite displeased, "Wasting time."
"This is just an imitation body of Azure Dragon; even if it's destroyed, it won't harm the actual Azure Dragon."
