Yan Luo's eyes burned with a dark, corruptive energy as he continued his onslaught against the dragons. He could feel their resistance to his powers, but he refused to let them best him. He had trained to master his dark powers, and he would not let it go to waste.
The dragons circled around him, their massive wings sending gusts of wind that threatened to knock him off his feet. But Yan Luo stood firm, his feet rooted to the ground as he summoned all the ghosts and specters he could command.
The spirits swirled around him, their ghostly forms lending him strength and power. He chanted an ancient incantation, and a dark aura surrounded him, further enhancing his already formidable abilities.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent a burst of dark energy towards the nearest dragon. The creature howled in pain as it was engulfed in shadow, its body writhing in agony. But Yan Luo was not done yet.