You Think You're the Only Myth?

This was a scale that radiated a cyan glow.

Although its color differed from Ah Huang's golden scales, it was not particularly conspicuous. Instead, it carried a feeling of seamless naturalness.

Especially after Ah Huang shrank his body, the scale became even more concealed.

In fact, when Ah Huang approached, Lin Zhiluo had already pressed his hand against the cyan scale.

He had also been frantically pouring his mental energy into it.

Now, under the infusion of an enormous amount of mental energy, the scale had lit up completely.

Following the scale's guidance, Lin Zhiluo also sensed that elusive presence.

So...

Looking at the venomous giant hand rushing toward him, Lin Zhiluo spoke softly.

"Little niece, it's your turn to make an appearance!"

Mythical Grade limited ability—[Azure Dragon Descent]!

Did you fucking think you were the only Mythical one?

The moment his words fell, the speeding venomous giant hand was already right before him. Lin Zhiluo could even smell the stench of rotting matter emanating from it.

But that was as far as it got.

The venomous giant hand, which had been trying to seize Ah Huang, was suddenly frozen in place, unable to advance even an inch.

"Hm?"

The Pan Dragon coiled in the sky let out a surprised sound. As though it had sensed something, its gaze grew solemn.

Because frost was gradually appearing across that puddle-like venomous giant hand!

The frost spread rapidly, completely enveloping the venomous giant hand in a single breath.

Once it had wrapped around it, the frost instantly solidified, turning the venomous giant hand into a lifelike ice sculpture!

"Crash!"

The ice sculpture shaped like a venomous giant hand fell to the ground and shattered into chunks of ice.

That terrifying giant hand, which had suppressed Lin Zhiluo through sheer presence and left