Amidst the resounding clang of colliding steel, the enormous molten wings on his back fully unfurled, stained a sacred and striking pale white.
Phoenix Fire Feather!
No, to be precise, it was the Steel Phoenix Fire Feather!
Torrents of scalding, pale-white fiery ichor dripped from them, burning unrecognizable charred holes into the ground.
Zhou Chen clenched his red-hot, iron-cast fists. A majestic Power, more than ten times greater than before, now coursed ceaselessly through his body. His heart pounded like a war drum, as if it had transformed into a divine furnace, blazing intensely and releasing endless heat.
