The threshold between mortals and Dragon-level beings should have been impossible to cross!
Bron stared fixedly at his opponent, seemingly trying to find even the slightest trace of bluffing on the petite girl's face, but he could see nothing. As a life-form an entire level above her, he could not read the thoughts of the girl before him at all.
As a high-level mental life-form, he would certainly have sensed even the slightest guilty fluctuation in her mind. Yet there was nothing. Her aura was as steady as the mountains formed by a Titan from a Special Grade Planet, giving him an incredibly tranquil and heavy feeling. This was the first time he had sensed such an aura from a non-Dragon-level life-form.
There was something wrong with this girl!!
Bron warily began making secret preparations. In the surrounding space, a Black Soft Worm he had cultivated for many years crawled out silently. Under the influence of the totem on his body, it slowly spread across him, forming a layer of Biological Armor like a soft suit. It covered him tightly from head to toe, even sealing his pores, in case she possessed some special tool, such as a Shadow Needle from an assassin family.
After the Biological Armor covered his entire body, Bron immediately had the surrounding swarm of insects encircle him layer upon layer. Under his mental control, all the insects densely compressed into a mass, stacking one layer upon another and transforming into successive layers of protection around Bron.
The girl in the distance saw all of these movements, but she did not move at all. She seemed to be waiting for him to finish preparing. That incomparably calm and composed attitude made Bron feel increasingly uncomfortable.
Anyone who didn't know better would think that he was the