Qin Ming was aggrieved, being pressed and beaten in his own domain was truly hard for him to accept.
His body was full of dents and footprints, the semi-metalized body full of fist holes and footprints, if it had been flesh and blood, it would have exploded on the spot.
This opponent was so powerful it sent chills down his spine.
A low roar, he stopped stubbornly relying on his physique for defense and began to use his skills against the enemy.
The dazzling light surged outside of Qin Ming's body, which was the expansion of the metal domain, and if observed carefully, one would find densely packed runes within.
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
From his body, some metal liquid flew out, transforming into a dense array of flying swords, whistling like a meteor shower, penetrating towards his opponent.
