A deafening dragon roar echoed through the Cold Pool, and two Ice-Gold Dragon Shadows shot forward like arrows off a bowstring, carrying a world-destroying momentum as they slammed fiercely into the runes on the black arm.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was thick with a suffocating pressure that left everyone's heart in their throat.
Yet, at this critical juncture, Ma Lin gave a muffled groan and staggered backward, his face as pale as paper.
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