The blood in Mo Fan's body felt like a fiery liquid, and they constantly moved. At the same time, it made his body appear majestic and radiant, almost like a god!
The Golden Sun Tyrant Titan had the aura of the ancient god, and it was particularly bold among the members of the Black Team. It walked toward Mo Fan while it faced the bright light shining from his body.
Mo Fan smirked. Since the Golden Sun Tyrant Titan was fearless, he would not have to struggle to make choices. After all, among these sixty or so Einherjar Spirits, many irritating ones deserved a good beating.
The Golden Sun Tyrant Titan's skin was made of special gold. It had transformed every bit of its body to the point that it met the standards of an ancient god. No sharp weapon in the world could leave a mark on its skin.