บท 735: The Purple Bottle Gourd Appears Again

A formless faint white light enveloped Mo Wen's body like a layer of paper. It did not give off a sense of security.

At this moment, Mo Wen knew that this was his last attempt to try and save a hopeless situation. He could only choose to believe the Tower Spirit. After all, with his own power, it was absolutely impossible for him to block such an attack. He would probably be vaporized down to the tiniest atom in an instant.

The black and white dragon arrow came crashing down. An illusion of a divine dragon that was ten thousand meters long circled the sky. The dragon lowered its head, its pupils locked intently on Mo Wen. In an instant, the black and white dragon arrow crashed into Mo Wen's body.

Mo Wen steadied himself and closed his eyes. If he was going to die, so be it. Right now, he could not be bothered with anything anymore.