Boom! Boom!
The red-hot War God Stick looked like it was just taken out of lava. As it was wielded, it sent sparks everywhere. Waves of heat and mysterious drawings continuously moved and rippled.
Whitey's metal wings flapped. Each flap was like sharp swords slashing at Old Ling. The sharp jets of air were tearing in every direction!
The ash-white eyes had many black dots, surging with intelligence and energy. Whitey's fighting capacity suddenly rocketed, and it wasn't weaker than an Almighty expert's.
The War God Stick became more mysterious. Every time it was wielded, it would shake the void.
Old Ling's hand, which was clutching the halberd, felt hurt. As he parried, it was trembling as he was sent retreating a few steps.
"This puppet is getting stronger the longer it's fighting! It doesn't seem tired at all!"
