Scarlet blood splashed across Chu Zihang's shoulder, accompanied by a bone-scorching hiss as wisps of white smoke rose into the air.
It was the Dragon King's blood, highly toxic and corrosive. Had it not been for the thick scales that grew out from his Triple Blood Rage, that meager amount of blood would have been enough to melt straight through Chu Zihang's shoulder!
A piercing scream tore through the vault of the sky. The gold in Jormungandr's pupils burned like raging flames, and sharp spikes burst ferociously out of her skin, trailing bloody flesh. Her black wings beat and spread, her head crowned with menacing horns like a roaring evil ghost. Anger and pain filled her ventricles, and agony flooded her nervous system.
Chapter 167