Staging a Grand Performance

"Hmm?"

Duanmu Yan snapped out of his dazed state, fixating on Zhu Youji with a cold glare. "Who are you? Why do you have three hands?"

"And this metal armor?"

Duanmu Yan did not rush to act but instead adjusted himself to his optimal state. His mechanical left arm's gears shifted back and forth, emitting a "katz-katz" sound, while the liquid metal flowed and swelled into irregular protrusions.

"Liquid metal?"

"A good material," Zhu Youji remarked casually. He lightly tapped the purple gem on his staff. Instantly, an invisible ripple shook the air, producing a faint sound.

Seeing this, Murong Fei hurled the mechanical beast egg from his hand. The mechanical beast landed and the liquid metal surged, trying to expand.

Meanwhile, Duanmu Yan raised his arm, his liquid metal forming into a cannon-like shape, aiming to threaten Zhu Youji and prevent his actions.

However, their expressions soon turned to fear.