C873 Arriving at the Molten Sky Mountain

Feng Chun offered a faint smile, his hands tightening as the black mist coalesced, melting like a viscous liquid before transforming into a sinister, pitch-black spear.

"I doubt you have the skill for that!" Chu Lin retorted with a cold laugh, his grip on the Ink Abyss Truncheon unyielding. Gene Energy within him burst forth like a deluge breaching its dam, surging wildly