The next moment, its body began to swell at a frantic rate where it stood, rapidly expanding from palm-sized to several zhang long, like an iceberg thawing and rising from the sea.
In the end, it transformed into a gigantic toad several zhang in length, crouching before Li Bufan. Its entire body was ice-blue, like an ancient creature that had emerged from an abyss of absolute cold.
A deep croaking rumbled from its mouth. With every sound, vast amounts of ice-blue light gathered, growing brighter and denser by the moment.
At last, it became a thick torrent of ice-blue light that swept toward Li Bufan with an arctic force capable of freezing mountains and rivers.
Mystic Ice Breath.
Feeling the chill rushing at him head-on, Li Bufan's lips instead curled into a faint smile.
The Spiritual Fire around him surged violently. Golden light flowed across his body in an intensely rhythmic pattern, circling and coiling as it gradually traced the outline of a winding, coiled dragon over his surface.
The dragon's head reared from his shoulder, its tail wound around his waist, and every scale was formed from condensed golden light and Spiritual Fire, radiating scorching heat and imposing majesty.
A massive amount of True Essence was madly drawn out and fused into the dragon-shaped outline, transforming it from a phantom into something increasingly solid.
When the ice-blue torrent of breath was less than three zhang from Li Bufan, the coiling dragon around him finally took complete form.
A heaven-shaking dragon roar abruptly rang out from the golden light, as if it had crossed through time and space from antiquity, carrying an untouchable majesty and tyranny.
Guided by Li Bufan's will, the fire dragon roared as it charged toward the Mystic Ice Breath, its body crashing fiercely into the icy