"Thump, thump, thump, thump..." The forceful throbbing of heartbeat echoed, and eight colored patterns reappeared on Long Dangdang's forehead. On the surface of his skin, chunks of purple-gold scales subsequently emerged, and a terrifying sense of oppression suddenly burst forth.
Long Kongkong was taken aback, but as if infected, his heart also started to beat faster. A streak of strange luster flickered in his eyes, and a cold aura suddenly burst from him. Under Long Dangdang's strong aura, it was not the least bit inferior, and even surpassed it as it exploded instantly, also forming scales on his body.
As the two brothers made eye contact, they both felt the terrible power bursting from within themselves at this moment. Is this? Can we mobilize it?
Just as this thought emerged in their minds, they started to feel weak from within. Yes, that's right, it was the kind of weakness from exhaustion of spiritual power.
