Two completely different arms stretched out from within the Light Ring Body.
A dark arm resembling that of a certain tribe, possessing unimaginable strength, its surface painted with tribal tattoos that only the chief can command.
It not only gripped Luo Di's arm but also crumpled the arm armor inward, nearly breaking Luo Di's arm.
The other arm exposing a dragon's form, though slightly weaker, contained an aura of the True Dragon.
The grip was astonishing,
like dragon claws, the fingers almost crushed the neck, but were barely blocked by the Reverse Draft, continually producing sounds of spatial dimensions being torn apart.
Moreover,
because it touched the neck, the influence from the True Dragon reached directly to the brain.
Luo Di seemed to arrive before a grand palace, where tens of thousands of subjects knelt, and an emperor-like True Dragon Emperor sat in a dragon chair.
A strong desire to kneel swept through the body,
