บท 1356: Suppressant

It was just as the Wolf King said.

The new Dragon City civilization was about to face the ultimate battle of survival or destruction.

As the vanguard, Meng Chao had no choice but to charge forward with courage.

Before the totem armor completely went out of control, he gathered the last of his strength. Wrapped by the chain blades, his two fists, which were like meteor hammers, fiercely smashed into the bottom of the wall of death.

The destructive shock wave instantly shattered dozens of spiraling tubes.

Colorful spirit energy hissed and shot out of the crisscrossing cracks, aimlessly firing in all directions.

The more cracks on the tubes...

The more spirit energy shot out from each crack, the lower the temperature, pressure and destructive power.

This was a very simple principle.

The momentum of the wall of death was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.