Two strands of blood-drinking ghost silk, with their speed and power, far surpassed the previous one; even a steel plate would be easily penetrated.
At that moment, Meng Chong felt a strong sense of crisis emerging in his heart.
With a low growl, his muscles bulged. With a thud, his body became like a golden bell, even emitting a faint golden glow.
His fists guarded his chest, protecting his vitals.
Puff!
The blood-drinking ghost silk instantly pierced his fists, and a chill spread from his fists to his arms, entering his body.
Boom!
His blood qi went berserk in an instant, sweeping through his body. The bottleneck was broken—he had surpassed the copper bone limit!
However, the danger had not dissipated.
Even if he were to achieve great success with his golden bones, he would still be no match.
A stinging pain came from his fists, and the chilling air seemed to freeze them.
Again with a low growl, the storm of blood qi within his body surged to his fists under his control.
