The gray-haired elder's wide sleeves fluttered, and a pitch-black Destructive God Claw shot forward.
The world suddenly lost its color.
The thin spiritual energy from Earth's surface seemed to be drawn to this place.
Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense was lightly vibrating.
The black claw easily smashed the giant sword, returning to the palm of the gray-haired elder, who was immediately enveloped in wisps of black energy.
Wang Jixuan glanced at the black claw and discovered it must be the claw of an eagle or another Great Demon bird, refined into such a secret treasure, with lingering resentment and a power comparable to a Great Spirit Treasure.
Master Wang inwardly murmured a troublesome thought.
The twelve men had already transformed into streaks of light shooting toward him.
Wang Jixuan turned and fled toward the ground, intent on repeating his tactic by using his autonomous mechanical army to set up a formation.
Mu Dan had already hidden underground to start issuing orders.
