The next moment, a series of white auroras, waving with the command flag, shot out, and with the wind, transformed into more than a dozen gigantic wind dragons, each over sixty feet long, rushing towards the surging grey fog in an attempt to shatter it directly.
The silver chariot youth saw this, turned his head to look at those cocoons now as large as thirty feet, gritted his teeth, retracted the three pairs of mechanical wings behind him, changed the spell in his hands once more, and under a blur of transformation, suddenly conjured several golden cylinders.
There were three on each of his arms, quite similar in appearance to the crimson cylinders on Peng Yue's mechanical armor, only smaller and more exquisite with rings of faint silver spiritual runes clearly visible on them.
A series of cannon-like muffled sounds rang out!