Majestic, fierce, powerful.
The burning flames, the overflowing heat, the gradually cracking earth, all were testifying to the terrifying extent of Yi Chen's cultivation at this moment.
The six major components interconnected in a cyclical fashion, forming the grand cycle of the Qilin Holy Armor, drawing out the bloodthirstiness of the Qilin's blood that had settled inside the armor for countless years, dyeing the Holy Armor a crimson color.
A crimson-armored giant took steady steps forward, his figure growing larger, and the mysterious armor covering his body also expanded. As he unleashed his dominant presence, Yi Chen's aura surged once again, filled with an unparalleled confidence swelling in his chest.
He lightly planted the Holy Halberd onto the earth's crust, his Cultivation Body retracting, before turning around to look at the gentle girl in front of him.
