Chapter 101 Dragon Lord Level!

Around Zhu Minglang's body, countless Ice Feathers swirled, not soft like down, but tough like shield plates, thick with the chill of frost.

Magma rolled toward him, carrying a terrifying force that could melt through metal, likely unable to withstand such temperatures.

But Zhu Minglang just stood there, his shield feathers fluttering, his robe billowing, without a speck of dust, as if he were in another world, completely separate from the raging Purgatory Flame.

The Purgatory Fire churned, its flame shadows flickering; the Ice Morning White Dragon lithely leapt from Zhu Minglang's shoulder, immediately solidifying a Crystal Ice Carpet beneath it, even every step resulted in more of the carpet appearing.