The black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring lit up.
There was no earth-shattering Soul Power storm, nor any dazzling special effects.
It simply lit up, quietly.
Like the single eye of an ancient beast opening in a bottomless icy pool.
"Second Soul Skill, Earth Dragon Armor!"
Han Yuchen's voice was not loud—if anything, it was very soft.
Yet it was like an invisible carving blade, etching itself with crystal clarity into the eardrums of everyone on the battlefield.
The instant his words fell.
Crack—crack—
A dense series of sounds, like bones exploding and rocks solidifying, suddenly burst from within Han Yuchen's somewhat slender body!
The next second.
A savage, heavy layer of dark-red scales, as though forged from cooled magma from the earth's core, violently burst out from beneath his skin!
They covered his entire body in an utterly unreasonable instant!
From his neck to his ankles, not a single gap remained.
Strange patterns, flickering between light and dark like flowing lava, ran across the surface of the scales.
They were not decorations. They were the tracks of pure energy in motion!
In just one breath.
Han Yuchen's entire aura underwent a heaven-shaking transformation.
A moment ago, he had still been the refined, somewhat slight youth standing before the icy beauty.
Now, he had become a dragon-blooded war god who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, decisive and merciless in slaughter!
A heavy, violent primordial aura, like that of a giant dragon from the depths of the earth, erupted from his body!
It shook the ground beneath his feet, sending visible spiderweb cracks spreading across it!
"D-Damn!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he instinctively cursed.
"Brother Chen's Soul Skill... that presence! It's more than twice as powerful as when he used it at