In the next second, a continuous sound of shattering echoed from his body, as the ink-colored dragon voraciously devoured the ice crystals.
The White Tiger Grandmaster swiftly pulled back, eyes fixed intently, as waves of white light flickered across Meng Chuan's body, countering the devouring of the ink dragon.
Crack crack crack—
Meng Chuan's chest swelled, a deluge of Yin-Yang True Qi transformed into a hundred dragons raising their heads, thoroughly dispersing the surrounding constraints.
The White Tiger Grandmaster's face changed dramatically, sweat the size of beans trickling down his chin.
It was the overwhelming flow of mental intent, and also the disbelief that Meng Chuan, with a Three Limits body, could achieve such a feat!
He had only broken four a little over a decade ago, and now his third major limit had reached this extent?
