C354 The Body of the Martial God

The Golden Shield trembled violently.

"Boom!"

The summit quaked, and a golden ocean buzzed into existence.

Silurian felt his very bloodline assaulted by an unspeakable terror, and he involuntarily spat out blood.

Incredulously, he stared at his Golden Shield.

A "crack" resounded.

The Golden Shield fissured, then disintegrated into dust within seconds