The old servant had reshaped his physical body, but he was stained with blood, and some of his wounds had not yet fully healed. His battle armor had been completely shattered, revealing his pale, aged face. As he coughed, fresh blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Boom!"
Standing in mid-air, Mo Yang saw the old servant of Taixu Mountain reshape his body and wasted no time, directly swinging his hammer down fiercely.
Chapter 489