866 Type 8 Winged Wyrm King!

At the moment when Yue Zhong exited the corpse, from afar, an entirely silver Type 7 White Wyrm stared and channeled its innate ability towards Yue Zhong.

A bunch of frozen air blades shot through the air, slamming towards the region, turning it into a frozen tundra.

Yue Zhong had just piloted Niu Meng out, when he was struck by the freezing breath and was immediately encased in ice, immobilized.

Inside the cockpit, Yue Zhong could feel the cold invading him as well, freezing even his God-Devil Body.

He began to think, "What a terrifying Type 7 Mutant Beast. If this goes on, even I will be frozen, and cease to think. Unless I burst forth with my true self, and break out, otherwise, with the Mech's strength, there's no way I can escape. These Type 7 Mutant Beasts cannot be underestimated."