Kapitel 1953: Fatal Shortcomings of the Unparalleled Arts

On the black shell of the spiritual puppet that had been sealed in the gloomy world for hundreds of years, dark red fire was dancing. Together with the pieces of the Thunder Salamanders that were still floating in midair behind, they constituted a nightmarish picture.

Before Li Yao, the two little fellows held each other and shuddered.

Turning the tracks in squeaky noises, Li Yao shifted his attention to the two little fellows again.

Right now, he was full of curiosity about the arts they demonstrated.

Sensing the coldness released by the crimson crystal cameras, Han Te shivered. He gritted his teeth and stood before Liu Li, struggling to say, "S—Senior…"

"Show me the arced lightning that you activated when you resisted the Thunder Salamanders again," Li Yao said casually.