"Martial Soul Possession!"
Zhu Wuneng gave a low shout, and his figure underwent an astonishing transformation in an instant.
His body swelled like a balloon filling with air, every muscle surging in size as though primordial power had been poured into him.
A hard, horny layer covered his skin, as though he wore a suit of natural armor.
The Nine-Toothed Rake gripped tightly in his hand gleamed brilliantly. Its sharp teeth flashed with cold, metallic light beneath the sun, radiating a heart-quaking might.
At the same time, the phantom of his Marshal Tianpeng martial soul manifested behind him, equally imposing and mighty, with an ancient aura!
Zhu Wuneng let out a low roar that shook the surroundings. His presence reached its peak, like an awakened colossal beast ready to tear the enemy before him to pieces.
"What martial soul is that? How can it have such a powerful presence?"
"It looks like a pig-type martial soul?"
"I've never seen such a peculiar martial soul, and it's even holding such an imposing weapon."
"Could it be a mutated martial soul?"
"The spiritual pressure from that martial soul is so strong. Even my martial soul feels suppressed."
"No, this isn't merely a mutated martial soul. It's a special martial soul!"
"Could it be a ninth-grade martial soul?!"
"Whatever it is, I don't think it's any weaker than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."
Yu Zhengjun's expression grew grave at the sight.
He also activated Martial Soul Possession. A massive Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Phantom appeared behind him, its scales hard as iron and its eyes flashing with Thunderclap, looking extraordinarily majestic.
Yet before the powerful presence of Zhu Wuneng's Marshal Tianpeng, even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon seemed somewhat dimmed.
"What martial soul is that?" Yu Zhengjun asked in a deep voice.
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