Rumble~! Rumble~!
Two Purple Gold Thunder Dragons roared down, leaving trails of black void thousands of feet long in the space they traversed.
Gazing at the descending mighty dragons, Qin Yang's face darkened, but he refrained from summoning the Silver Soldier.
He sensed that the Silver Soldier was heavily damaged and still recovering. If he pushed it again without a break, it might be rendered useless.
"I have to use it."
Qin Yang's face grew solemn, and he sighed.
Without further hesitation, Qin Yang swiftly weaved a series of seals in front of his chest with both hands.
As the seals changed in his hands, Qin Yang's pupils turned an icy white, deep as a cold pool, and a surge of Extreme Cold Power burst from within him, forming white ice crystals around him.
"Extreme Cold Armor!"
Qin Yang shouted in a low voice, and a set of glistening, transparent ice armor enshrouded him, emanating a hard, frigid glow.
