"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"Condense for me!!!"
With Zhang Xiaohao's low roar, the seven clusters of heavenly crystal divine iron liquid in the air suddenly merged together, and moments later, they fused into a basketball-sized crystalline liquid.
The seven seats of heavenly crystal divine iron, each thousands of feet in size, but after being refined, when combined, show only this little before their eyes. Though it's scarce, this cluster of heavenly crystal liquid is the essence of essences.
"Heavenly Emperor Mask—appear!" Zhang Xiaohao growled once more.
From his hands, countless magic formulas continuously poured forth, falling upon the heavenly crystal liquid. As these magic formulas incessantly descended, within ten breaths, the liquid condensed into a crystal-clear mask based on Zhang Xiaohao's thoughts, with lively features, especially the eyes—filled with supreme dominance, as if just a glance commands respect.
