Frost Desolation was wrapped in energy, and Wang Dadong dared not attack recklessly, as the mass of energy was too terrifying. If it went out of control and exploded, he guessed he would be blasted into ashes.
What on earth was the Angel Potion, to be so fearsome? It was far more than just unlocking a person's potential.
Within that mass of energy, Wang Dadong even felt something familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was at the moment.
As time passed, the energy mass became more condensed, and the terrifying aura was like a nuclear bomb about to explode, creating an incredibly oppressive atmosphere.
Wang Dadong involuntarily retreated another dozen meters.
Frost Desolation had said that taking the Eighth-Order Angel Potion, he only had a fifty percent chance of success, and Wang hoped he would simply fail, avoiding the fight altogether.
"Can Lord Frost Desolation succeed?"
"He must succeed!"
