"Ah!!!"
With a cry of pain, Dio let out a miserable scream, his shocked gaze falling on the clothes covering Ye Qingzhou's body.
It appeared to be ordinary clothing, but in reality, it was composed of countless intertwined Sword Gangs, as smooth as satin, tightly fitting Ye Qingzhou's body, locked in place with his Divine Thought, and forcibly maintained in a stable state.
But once subjected to an external impact, the 'Sword Threads' would automatically counterattack.
Slashed by hundreds of Sword Gangs, Dio was instantly seriously injured.
Immediately, a dense black light erupted from his entire body, steam surging and exploding into the sky behind him, vaguely forming a strange, towering silhouette.
A broad, inverted triangle back armor, densely packed with sharp spiked vertebrae, a tail growing downward from the spine. Tree stump-like thick thighs, and a tyrant's aura constantly exuding a deathly Spiritual Light.
Crackling sounds~
