C330 The Enormous Wealth

The Dead Dragon Sword unleashed a roar, its unstoppable force cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter. Mo Huangjiang's thirteen Cosmic Soul Weapons were engulfed, reduced to ashes with a mere grunt. Not even he could escape the onslaught, his body impaled by the relentless attack.

Staggering back, Mo Huangjiang collapsed, his body drenched in blood, wounds riddling his form