The battlefield trembled, the very air thick with the clash of Dao powers that threatened to tear the fabric of existence asunder. At the epicenter of this maelstrom of destruction stood Yulong, her Dark Shadow Dragon form a monument to raw, dominating might.
Across from her, the once-proud Azure Dragons stood in stark contrast - their forms battered, broken, and radiating an aura of utter defeat. The sight was as jarring as it was unbelievable, like witnessing mountains bow before a mere breeze.
The fact that the Azure Dragons were suppressed to a mere 20% of their Dao powers seemed almost inconsequential in the face of Yulong's overwhelming strength. In the cultivation world, such a handicap would normally spell certain doom against any opponent of similar rank.