The demonic clouds dispersed, and Meng Chuan gasped for breath, unable to maintain his previous state.
The dragon-snake-like net of black energy also receded with a rustling sound.
The intention completely dissipated, and the world returned to its original appearance, revealing the miniature Little Dragon Man figurine.
Its joints were scattered with bits of flesh, its entire body blackened, clearly indicating that the soul's glow had almost faded away.
Even on the brink of death, Burn Steel still struggled desperately.
Gradually growing flesh, its form seemed capable of recovery.
After such a terrifying blow, this chosen one of purgatory still retained a thread of life, not completely dead.
Judging by this trend, if Meng Chuan did nothing, recovery was only a matter of time.
Its vitality was truly tenacious, something he couldn't compare to...
Burn Steel's expression was cold and harsh, looking at Meng Chuan, unable to control that strange divine power.
