บท 649: Battle Robes!

It didn't contain the presence of a Divine Armament. It was a mere finger emanating waves of energy that almost stopped Wang Baole's breathing. It was as if a single touch from the broken finger could turn him into dust!

Wang Baole's heart raced as worry gripped him. He sat there, deep in thought, a dark look in his eyes. He was prepared to open another hole and release his avatar.

The avatar started running as soon as it entered the pillar. It didn't descend as its previous forms had, but ran upwards. It tried its best to keep to the center of the pillar while bathed in purple fluids. It created a centrifugal force, and purple fluids began to splash outwards.

The commotion quickly attracted those terrifying entities resting inside the pillar. A dozen golden beams charged towards the puppet.