Boom!
Nine overbearing dragon shadows dragged the carriage, and two layers of saint power ripples permeated. As the carriage moved forward, its saint might became stronger.
Even King Hun, who was standing at the center of the purple formation, found it hard to balance himself.
King Hun's purple veil was lifted, showing a handsome face with green eyebrows and glinting eyes. He smiled. "Great carriage. Unfortunately, you're not strong enough to wield its real power. Second Yao Complete Power can't hurt me at all."
"Dark."
"Limit."
"Hard."
"Horrow."
King Hun mumbled four words.
And then, he grabbed the white bone saint scepter, and his mind power gushed out like a storm.
The purple formation under his feet was rolled like a piece of paper, crushing toward the Golden Dragon Carriage. Suddenly, the carriage was slowed down while shaking fiercely.
"That person's mind power is probably at level fifty-six now."