"This is way too terrifying!"
Ye Hua stared at the terrifying impact mark and could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
If the Iron Bull Monster they had faced before had possessed this level of strength, the three of them probably would have had no way to deal with it even after exhausting every means at their disposal.
Strength, speed, defense—there was no weakness to be found.
The power of ten dragons and ten tigers had indeed not been discounted in the slightest. Feng Wu's Iron Bull was now outrageously strong.
But just as they were marveling at it, the Iron Bull slowly walking back suddenly grew a pair of wings from its back. After flapping them a few times, it actually took flight. Yet before it had flown for long, the wings abruptly vanished. The Iron Bull fell from the sky and smashed heavily into the ground, blasting out a huge crater.
"Were those Western dragon wings?" Feng Wu asked with a frown.
The dragon head the Iron Bull had just transformed was that of an Eastern dragon. Why had it now sprouted Western dragon wings? Could it be that the ten dragons and ten tigers all had their own origins—that they truly were ten different dragons and ten different tigers?
Feng Wu did not know whether this was good or bad. The Iron Bull's current state was extremely unstable, with every part of its body constantly changing, yet it was alive and well, utterly unaffected by these inexplicable transformations.
Even when its heart transformed into an even larger heart, there was no phenomenon of excessive blood pressure causing its brain to explode on the spot.
"Don't overthink it. At least the Iron Bull's strength is undeniably real. We've struck it rich," Ye Hua comforted him.
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