When Lin Yi harbored these doubts in his mind, Wei Shan didn't remain idle. The golden aura, like flames from a chef's stovetop, spread out, instantly baking the Sneering Angel into a grimacing clay sculpture.
Immediately afterward, Wei Shan stepped on the Sneering Angel Sculpture. With a slight force, countless cracks like ice patterns spread out, and with a "bang," the Sneering Angel Sculpture shattered into pieces, scattering stone blocks all over the ground.
Amid the pile of stones, a Yu Tong slowly rolled out.
Without sparing the Yu Tong a glance, Wei Shan exhaled steam from his lips and nose, gripping the bat tightly as the golden aura coated it like a layer of plating.
This tactic bore a striking resemblance to that of a Security Guard, except it lacked those wolf-fang-like sharp spikes that only the Security Guard's bat had.
"Fuhuhu... hey—"
