In front of the Beast Tower, as Sikong Ziming's words fell, Sikong Zitian's mouth slightly curled up. His gaze was firmly fixed on Sikong Ziming's eyes, with a teasing expression.
"Is this the reason Senior Brother brought his Junior Brother?" Sikong Zitian pointed at the Beast Tower, his body slightly retreating.
Only to discover that in the void, formation flags had unknowingly surrounded Sikong Zitian, and an array had been formed.
Even though Sikong Zitian's body technique was exceptionally mysterious, the array's spirit shadow followed closely, eventually forming an inverted spirit bowl that covered Sikong Zitian.
"Junior Brother, you're too impatient. My Junior Brother wouldn't be in such a hurry." Sikong Ziming shook his head, and two treasures appeared in his hand.
One was the Spirit Treasure Profound Lotus Spirit Grass, and the other was the Purple Extreme Sword.
The former being a Spirit Treasure didn't need much explanation; its uses were endless.
