Even the monks, seeing this scene, broke into a cold sweat.
If it were an ordinary second limit, they would have perished like fallen Bodhi leaves!
Looking down at Meng Chuan, Liao Huo slowly extends his left hand, reversing the void.
A massive cloud is forcibly drawn to him, squeezed into a running elephant in his hand.
With tusks and large ears, unchanged is a body clad in dragon-scale armor.
"Second move."
The sound of dragon and elephant is like a stone tossed into a lake, stirring ripples of silence.
Only then did the monks realize that Meng Chuan...
Withstood the giant elephant's punch intent?
Quickly regaining focus, observing the collision of the second move!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
Like the Golden Cudgel emerging from an ear, instantly turning into a towering sea-stabilizing needle.
The elephant's trunk swings remotely, suddenly crossing space barriers, a shadow of the whip fiercer than before lashes at the incoming firelight, the momentum terrifying.
Clang!
