In midair, Old Dog Wu showed no trace of panic. He calmly watched the massive steel pillars about to pierce his body and slowly clenched his fists.
The darkness around him instantly boiled!
A streak of night clung to every piece of metal. Half a second later, all the metal looked as though it had been painted black, dark as ink.
As Old Dog Wu clenched his fists, the steel pillars in midair let out piercing creaks, as if invisible giant hands were kneading every piece of metal and twisting them directly into spirals!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chunk after chunk of metal twisted apart and froze in midair. No matter how Fourth Seat urged them, he could no longer control them in the slightest.
The corners of Old Dog Wu's mouth rose slightly as the pitch-black steel filled the sky, floating around him in a ring.
From the moment they were corroded by darkness, they belonged to Old Dog Wu alone.
Old Dog Wu curled a finger, and the massive steel serpent wrapped around him loosened. It rapidly folded and spun, instantly transforming into a black steel throne that floated in the air.
He sat atop the steel throne, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked down at the two believers below, radiating an intangible pressure.
Watching this scene, Lin Qiye felt inexplicably sour.
What did it mean to have style?
It was clearly a pirated Divine Forbidden Zone, yet after being elevated to the half-step Klein realm, it had become this powerful. Setting everything else aside, just the scene of corroding all the metal and folding it into a steel throne had surpassed Lin Qiye's imagination.
Once he reached that realm, he would definitely have more style than Old Dog Wu did now!
Lin Qiye silently consoled himself.
When