"Clang!"
Just as Wei Tian opened the warehouse door with his men, Yang Jing's final hammer strike landed.
With the final strike, the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife took shape.
"Sizzle."
"Sizzle, sizzle!"
Yang Jing pressed the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife into the water for cooling. Faintly, one could see a dragon soul drifting within the blade.
Yang Jing forcibly separated the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger from his body, and then forged them into the Tiger Head Armor and the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, respectively.
At the same time, he also separated his soul from the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger.
The souls of the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger were sealed by him into the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife and the Tiger Head Armor.
Now, these two weapons could be said to possess extraordinary power.
"Yang Jing, damn you, you've got to be seriously ill!"
