As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, rolling flames of war, accompanied by thick smoke, surged out from it. In the thick smoke, there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses. The flood of steel was mighty, and the shouts shook the sky. Waves of the smell of iron and blood came out and rushed toward Caspian.
Although he had used the fourth-class spirit tool, Wolf-Smoke Illusionary Pot, Jones Henry could not guarantee that he could kill Caspian. He made two preparations.
The moment the smoke engulfed Caspian, he also exerted all his remaining strength and flew toward the distance at lightning speed. In this way, even if the smoke could not kill Caspian, as long as it left the range of the Sea-calming Sacred Beast, he could still restore his spiritual Qi and then kill Caspian.
Smoke billowed and flames flew. In an instant, they engulfed Caspian. Although Jones Henry tried his best to fly forward, he couldn’t help turning his head and looking back.
If Wolf-Smoke could kill Caspian, it would be the best and it could save his energy.
There was no trace of Caspian in the thick smoke. Like a drop of water falling into ink, it instantly melted and disappeared.
Seeing that Caspian had disappeared, Jones Henry could not help but relax. But at this moment, a thunderous sound came from the thick smoke. The billowing smoke even boiled like boiling water.
Buzz!
The next moment, under Jones Henry’s stunned expression, the smoke burst into several pieces.
One part of it exploded. A figure rushed out from the middle. Lightning, flames, ice, and snow transformed into a sea of slaughter, opening up a path for the figure. The thick smoke suddenly became vulnerable and gradually collapsed.
“You, you!” When he saw Caspian, Jones Henry was so surprised that he couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
Because he was horrified to see that Caspian had turned into three heads and six arms!
The lightning, flames, and ice all came from the weapons in his hands. The Long-living Halberd, the Eternal Spirit Shield, the Devil-breaking Saber, and the Flame-slashing Saber were all waving.
All of a sudden, all the thick smoke turned into nothing, as if the power that could destroy heaven and earth burst out. The power of countless kings was boiling, vibrating, and resonating.
Jones Henry was shocked. In his eyes, at this moment, Caspian was like the descent of a god, possessing the power to break through all ages and shatter the nine provinces. Even when he faced Lord Roc’s ancient bloodline power, Jones Henry had never lost his composure like this.
Pa!
A crisp sound came from Jones Henry’s hand. He trembled and looked down. Instantly, his withered face became extremely pale. The Thousand Wolf-Smoke Illusionary Pot, which he had been holding in his arms, suddenly broke apart!
In the fight with Caspian, this Level Four spirit tool only lasted for a few breaths before it was smashed.
“How can this be…”
Before he could say the last word, the white smoke pot exploded into pieces with a bang. A piece of debris brushed past Jones Henry’s cheek. He didn’t have the strength to use his Protective Upstanding Qi at this moment, and his face was immediately cut open. A Master Heavenly Spirit Realm was really scared out of his wits.
The strange body inscriptions and the three-headed, six-armed figure were not magics!
If it was Jones Henry at his peak, he might be surprised after the smoke pot exploded and th an attack the other party. But now, he didn’t think he was much stronger than the Wolf-Smoke Illusionary Pot.
In fact, he had almost exhausted all the remaining spiritual Qi in his body after activating the Wolf-Smoke Illusionary Pot. The only thing left was to fly and escape.
At the thought of flying, Jones Henry hurriedly flew a little higher into the air, about six or seven floors high. He estimated the distance in his heart, then suddenly made up his mind and took out an elixir from the ring. Elixirs that could replenish spiritual Qi in the ring had long been consumed by him.
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