Massacring a Dragon with a Treasured Blade

A pitch-black shell that was as alarmingly heavy as a mountain; tightly-knit scales glimmering with black light; giant, powerful claws gleaming coldly; icy, merciless eyes…

The once-cautious high and mighty Giant Dragon Lord had transformed into a massive Dragon Turtle before their eyes, releasing waves of majestic Energy Ripples! Rapidly, spiraling vortexes of air appeared on the surface of his body, creaking in the wind as they created thin Space Cracks.

The magnificence of the Energy Ripples was far greater than the group had expected. Even Yang Ling was shocked, his expression grave, let alone the Corpse Wizard King, Blood Angel Ophelia, and the rest of the group. Yang Ling instinctively formed a Wizard Seal and subconsciously stroked the handle of the Battle Soul Blade on his back, prepared for the worst.