Damn it, Old Turtle, you're the Dragon Forced one!
What the hell was a Dragon Forced one?
An upgraded plus version of badass?
Made sense. In this Cultivation World, being a dragon badass really was high-end, grand, and classy.
Wang Wu grumbled inwardly, but he kept stacking shields with abandon—120 layers, 150 layers. Before long, his height had broken through two thousand meters, reaching the limit of the Blood-colored Great Flag Formation.
Even the allied forces advancing through the air cast astonished looks his way.
Where had this icy lump come from?
But a two-thousand-meter-tall iceberg came with an extra effect: exceptional weight. It was so enormous that Wang Wu alone could block the space of ten Great Demons.
Those fellows simply hid behind Wang Wu, chatting and joking while providing him with the Blood-colored Great Flag Formation's enhancements.
Once Wang Wu's bulk caused him to absorb too much damage and his Ice-Fire Shield layers dropped back to one hundred, they finally stepped forward with laughs and grins, eagerly awaiting the next iceberg buff Wang Wu would bring.
Wang Wu also felt like he had fucked a dog. Though he was deeply annoyed at being mooched off for food, drink, and protection, he still had to guard against Heavenly Annihilation.
Fortunately, both his Ape Duke's Skull and Fire Toxin Remnant Body, the two Innate Treasures, had storage limits of five million points. On top of that, the Ice-Fire Shield was extremely cost-effective to condense. Three hundred and fifty points of Ice Spirit Energy plus three hundred and fifty points of Crimson Flame Spirit Energy could form one layer of Ice-Fire Shield—who would believe that? (Note: discrepancies with the data in the previous two chapters have been corrected.)
It was truly cheap, effective, and useful.
So he endured these bastards mooching