At the moment when King Dingxuan's voice erupted like spring thunder,
a strong sense of crisis surged into Su Heng's mind.
In the nick of time, unable to dodge, he could only instinctively spread his wings at his back, transforming them into a shield and wrapping them in front of himself.
Simultaneously, Su Heng's dragon blood underwent a profound mutation, and with the loud clanking of metal, dragon scales grew, becoming rough and thick, as he turned into a veritable steel mountain.
It was almost at the instant Su Heng finished preparing.
The pale mystic light bursting from King Dingxuan's fingertips shone upon Su Heng, his thought processes instantly froze, becoming exceedingly slow. His body was also bound by an indescribably terrifying force, as if he was captured in a painting, completely unable to move for the time being.
