He finally understood what his senior brother meant just now...
The seat of the Overlord.
At this moment, the sixth seat once again gave rise to a strange phenomenon.
The back of the Black Obsidian Throne resembled a curtain of rain in the night. As Meng Chuan sat down again, it was as if an invisible demonic dragon leapt into the air, creating storms in the rain.
The demonic dragon sinuously roamed the vast sky, voraciously devouring the energy that came from the void.
Unseen, its body expanded further, falling around Meng Chuan as his invisible aura expanded once more.
Meng Chuan's Martial Arts fortune, Martial Arts Momentum.
Once again rose!
What a terrifying power...
The charming woman sitting beside him secretly nodded.
Even Dragon Ying had to admit, this younger brother was really capable of fighting.
If he were at four limits, even she couldn't handle it...
At this moment, many gazes fell on him, causing an itch as if needles were pricking him.
