Gen Wan was well aware that if things continued like this, he would definitely lose.
He must change his battle strategy.
"Ancestor, save me."
Gen Wan cried out to the sky.
Typically, when you can't win, you call for backup.
Nothing unusual about that.
Mo Lin was not surprised, since Gen Wan dared to come, he definitely had a trump card.
He couldn't have come just to die?
He dared to be arrogant because he surely had some foundation.
After speaking, Gen Wan took out a very thin topcoat from his pocket.
A bright red coat, exceptionally thin, almost like paper.
Then Gen Wan put on this coat.
The red thin coat looked particularly awkward on Gen Wan, way too small, several sizes smaller.
There was really a sign of it about to be torn apart.
Then his demeanor underwent a dramatic change.
His originally black hair rapidly turned white, and his eyes became hollow.
He raised his right hand and directly blocked True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao's attack.
