This was the first time Meng Chao had so clearly observed a Clan Warrior attempting to master an ancient weapon containing violent Totem Power.
He poured Spiritual Energy into his retinas, lenses, and cone cells, activating Extraordinary Vision.
Under the scan of spiritual light, Ice Storm's Life Magnetic Field appeared as a visible, breathtaking lattice, strand by strand, thread by thread, winding toward the Platinum Battle Axe.
The Platinum Battle Axe, which had been sealed for centuries, also gave off an ever more intense and magnificent radiance. It changed from solid to a semi-solid, semi-liquid state, and countless mithril tendrils emerged from its haft and blade respectively, swiftly piercing Ice Storm's Totem Armor, the Mithril Guardian.
The two seemed to connect through the mithril tendrils in a manner profound and mysterious.
Massive quantities of combat data surged into Ice Storm's body like floodwaters and savage beasts.
Meng Chao could sense Ice Storm's brain heating up rapidly at a rate of three to five degrees Celsius per second.
Before long, it had reached an extreme temperature high enough to boil every last brain cell.
Even her Totem Armor began to tremble violently. Its armor plates cracked apart, then extended and reassembled in every direction, taking on a form a hundred times more ferocious.
It was as though it was not the Mithril Ripper merging with the Platinum Battle Axe.
Rather, the Platinum Battle Axe was trying to devour the Mithril Ripper, along with Ice Storm's flesh, blood, and soul.
Meng Chao was frantic.
Yet he was helpless.
Mastering ancient and violent power was something no one could do in another's place.
One could only rely on one's own willpower, grit one's teeth, and endure to have any hope of subduing the divine weapon forged by the Ancient Turan People!
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