That energy coursed through the Nine Heavens Dragon Wings, constantly tempering every inch of membrane and every dragon scale with faint crackling sounds.
About an incense stick's worth of time passed.
The dark red right arm bone finally lost all its luster. With a crack, it crumbled into fragments that scattered across the ground.
Before Jiang Chen could react, the Nine Heavens Dragon Wings on his back shuddered violently.
Energy far more violent than he had imagined erupted from the roots of the wings, surging down his spine and flooding every part of his body.
"What the fuck?!"
His pupils contracted. It felt as though someone had stuffed a volcano into his back.
Scalding energy rampaged through his meridians. The dark gold patterns on the wing membranes suddenly blazed with dazzling light. Along the edges of the wing blades, golden dragon scales lifted one after another before snapping back into place, making a series of tiny clicks as though something inside was reconstructing itself.
"Hss—this feeling—"
Jiang Chen sucked in a sharp breath. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his back arched uncontrollably.
He clawed desperately at the ground, his ten fingers gouging five deep furrows into the rock.
How could he describe that feeling?
It was like someone was performing acupuncture on his wings with branding irons.
Burning, stabbing, itching—and yet, somehow, indescribably satisfying.
The light from the Nine Heavens Dragon Wings grew brighter and brighter, and their wingspan actually expanded even further.
The golden dragon scales along the edges of the wing blades grew denser. Dark red light seeped through the gaps between them, like lava flowing beneath the scales.
The dragon totems on the wing membranes came fully to life.
The dragon silhouette coiled across the membrane slowly raised its head, opened its jaws, and let out