The spiritual power slowly flowed out, coalescing around Tang Mo into...
"What is that?"
The spectators saw five identical, meter-tall figures materialize out of thin air beside Tang Mo.
The five figures were composed of golden light. Each one held a longsword identical to Tang Mo's and circled around her.
"Is that... something formed from spiritual power? But isn't spiritual power silver? Can it really create something like this?"
The people watching the battle stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
The sight before them was simply unbelievable.
"Good heavens, I've never seen anything like it."
The shocked expressions on the faces of those on the walls and watchtowers were so obvious that the people shut inside the base were dying of curiosity.
Even Li Xian and Wen Jianshu couldn't help but wonder what on earth was happening outside.
'Momo, please be okay!'
Wen Jianshu paced back and forth anxiously.
