Twelve clusters of silver-gray mist merged under the array patterns, eventually enveloping the three treasures.
"Yunxiao, I'm back."
Upon hearing this, Yunxiao instinctively wanted to refuse, yet there seemed to be some mysterious magic in the voice—it was the confidence borne of sheer power!
Within the Mountain and River Map, amidst the silver-gray mist, a muscular and strong arm reached out toward the three treasures. The three treasures seemed to recall some thrilling event, their brilliance flickering before merging into an ethereal axe, which was firmly grasped by the large hand.
The mist was so dense that it was impossible to see what lay within.
At this moment, Nezha felt his heart overwhelmed by that unparalleled power, yet managed to retain a sliver of rationality.
The arm deep within the mist dragged the axe and burst out from the Mountain and River Map.
