"What is this guy's body made of, to actually cause the Xuanyuan Sword to crack?" Lin Mo glanced at the Xuanyuan Sword, which had developed fine cracks, and a look of pain flickered across his face. Though the Xuanyuan Sword wasn't an actual treasure, it was his Lifebound Treasure, having accompanied him through countless battles, accumulating deep aff
ection.
As long as his strength grew, the Xuanyuan Sword could also grow with him, becoming a true treasure.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's tail strike caused the Xuanyuan Sword of Soul Artifact Fifth Grade to crack, something Lin Mo had never imagined. The body is as tough as a Magic Treasure, yet without a soul, showing no weaknesses whatsoever.
"Hehe!" Just as Lin Mo flew into the sky, the Alien Demon followed suit, its two dark, cold-shining pincers once again smashing towards Lin Mo's body like hammers, seemingly without using any Martial Arts or Magic, and its body is an
embodiment of a berserk killing machine.
