"Do you not enjoy the game of cat and mouse?"
As tall as a moving business tower, the B0 shell looked disdainfully at Lu Zixun: "Run, why aren't you running now?"
Gazing at the articulate B0 shell, Lu Zixun narrowed his eyes: "You have your own consciousness, who exactly are you?"
Regardless of what the shell once was, once twisted and corrupted, the original consciousness would be erased—a fact Lu Zixun had personally confirmed.
Yet, the shell before him was clearly not controlled by someone else.
Clearly possessing its own consciousness, how did Crimson achieve this?
"You might want to ask the Death God about that."
The B0 shell sneered, suddenly revealing a Spiritual Energy Cannon on its shoulder, firing a laser in an attempt to kill in one strike.
However, having been on guard against the B0 shell, Lu Zixun quickly dodged the laser.
Then, wielding the Night Evil Sword, he unleashed a streak of icy blue Sword Qi, slashing at the neck of the B0 shell.
