"Sword Shuttle?"
Ye Zhuo Daoist was still pondering whether the Sword Shuttle could make it to the Fire Spirit Hall, when suddenly the Golden Toad's shadow behind Li Mo began to transition from illusion to reality.
Gua gua gua.
The deep croaks of the Golden Toad grew increasingly resonant.
Amidst a tremor that shook the earth and mountains, the true form of the Golden Toad descended, simultaneously displaying mastery over size control, its body rapidly expanding before the naked eye.
"Does he not fear drawing external attention?"
Ye Zhuo Daoist swallowed hard, realizing that Li Mo was likely doing this intentionally, deliberately creating a commotion with his artifact refining.
The wind and sand whipped up, crackling as they struck the ground.
The Golden Toad's massive body immersed halfway into the clouds, its shadow casting a shroud that darkened the skies.
