The power of these two phantasms erupted, making even Cang Lang feel helpless. In the arena, Cang Lang was at the center of the oppressive force of these two powers. He sensed that the force of the two phantasms was like two mountains, pressing down on him.
Cang Lang let out a loud roar, and in his hands, a trident suddenly formed. Simultaneously, his body roared and suddenly grew countless scales, his figure increased dramatically.
As a Sea Tribe, Cang Lang's true form is his strongest state.
Transformed to his Sea Tribe form, wielding the trident, Cang Lang charged toward Chu Fengmian, aiming countless sharp edges at him.
"Cang Lang has been forced into his true form."
"It's been a long time since Cang Lang has used his full strength. It's surprising to see it today."
"This Dragon Whale Ancient Emperor is also formidable; who knew he was hiding such depth!"
"There must be a fierce battle between him and Cang Lang."
