Nine stormy ice dragons killed the dust in the forest. The dust in the forest was insurmountable. They charged at the nine stormy ice dragons. A life-and-death struggle unfolded between one human and one beast. They crashed to the ground, thick fog spreading. The sun and moon dimmed as a fierce hurricane swept in. It seemed they were going to sweep through the apocalypse. A loud sound was a combat method formed by unique music.
Dong Xueyue opened his mouth wide, as if he could swallow a watermelon. In front of him, Lin Chenlun faced the nine stormy ice dragons without weakness. He was as fierce as an ancient fierce beast on human skin. His body remained unharmed under the attack of the nine stormy ice dragons. It was also like a golden path on human skin, indestructible.
In close combat, the nine stormy ice dragons were no match for Lin Chen. They were suppressed by Lin Chen's fierce attack for a while. They were covered in blood, bones broken, wings fractured, gasping like cows.
