"Purple Gold Shuttle!"
"First Form!"
"'Purple Gold Sword' Second Layer!"
The 'Mountain Drilling Cone' disintegrated, transforming instantly into the 'Purple Gold Sword'. With the sword in hand, Yan Chuan frowned, identifying weak points and striking at the weakest places—
Clang clang clang!
The sword emerges!
Formation base shattered!
Boom!
In Iron Chain Mountain, thunderous roars abounded.
"Not good!"
"Someone's breached the mountain!"
"Quick, quick, quick!"
"Damn it! Who could it be? The brute Sheng Xuan? Or that old immortal Duke Zhuyu?"
Crimson Robe, Jiao Ji, and Chen Jiayong, the three Divine Generals of Iron Chain Mountain, just realized. They leaped into action, explosively accelerating, each reaching speeds near two hundred meters per second, approaching Second-Rank Divine General.
But it was still too slow!
Before the three could take their positions—
Boom boom boom!
