Chapter 1577: Slaughter

es flashed, and three purple soul rings rose from beneath his feet. A swarm of Blue Silver Grass surged out, instantly blanketing the ground within a radius of over one hundred square meters centered...Wulin had touched the threshold of an eighth-level Saint Artisan, there was still some gap from the true eighth level.But he was using techniques that ordinary blacksmiths didn't possess to assist him...