Bab 1177: Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation (5)

In the future, there would really be a million Dao contracts. As the creator of the contract, Han Muye's soul power was so rich that even he did not dare to imagine it.

As he descended, the golden light below had already vanished.

Wu Changhe stood beside the purple leopard in high spirits, a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Invincible City Lord." The surging power within him brought peace to his heart.

With the help of the contract, the purple leopard's power had healed all his injuries.

This was Ziye's choice. After all, Ziye did not have much combat strength now. It was better to lend its strength to Wu Changhe.

With the combination of their powers and the added strength of their demonic bloodlines, Wuchang He's fighting prowess not only remained intact but also increased several times over.

The miraculous power of this contract amazed Wuchang He, filling him with joy.