The sixteen serrated frost talons of General Meng Guan’s swelled ribs closed upon Lu Chen like the iron jaws of a siege trap.
Sub-zero air screamed through the gaps in the bone plates. That created a nearby vortex of freezing needles that shredded the leftovers of Lu Chen’s travel tunic.
To retreat against an Uncanny domain was certain death.
Moving driving force favored the hunting beast, and sub-zero rising heat sped up heat drain with every pace surrendered.
Lu Chen held his ground, unbending.
He dropped his hips two inches. He drove his iron-soled boots through the surface crust of frozen ground to anchor directly into the underground bedrock.
His thirty-six Asura channels flared with blinding crimson luminance.
The Twelve-Layer Iron Bell Body and the Great Blood Vajra Body locked in total ringing all at once.
