The purple-golden Skull came ferociously, exuding an unstoppable aura.
However, the next second.
It was steadily grabbed by Jin Xu with a raise of his hand.
"Have you regained your senses?"
The young Taoist raised an eyebrow and asked aloud.
He vaguely sensed that the skull before him seemed different than before. The purple-gold flames reigniting in its eye sockets conveyed a sense of lucidity.
After all, without some sense, how could it feign death and launch a sneak attack?
Therefore, Jin Xu wanted to try again to see if he could communicate with it.
But the purple-golden Skull in his hand obviously had no desire to communicate.
Seeing that its carefully calculated strike had been so effortlessly neutralized, the flames that had been flickering in its eye sockets suddenly froze for a breath.
Then, the purple-gold flames flowed like water, seeping out from the seven orifices of its skull, covering the entire purple-golden Skull.
