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Even if it meant their death, they would not utter a word of complaint.
"You killed your own companions!"
Zuo Ci let out a cold smile as the souls of the three fallen comrades returned to the banner, transformed into vengeful spirits by the Wan Hun Formation, and charged towards their captain.
Watching the teammates he had personally slain, the captain broke down completely.
His body vanished, transforming into a massive golden dragon. The dragon's head was imposing and fierce, its crimson pupils radiating a brutal aura.
Is this a dragon?
Hiding in the bushes, Hong Niang Niang covered her mouth in disbelief at the sight before her. The forbidden technique of the Fu Long Lineage was known as Dragon Ascension.
This Fang Dao Ren is truly ruthless! He has forced the dragon offspring of the Fu Long Lineage into such a state.
Roar!
The golden dragon let out a thunderous roar, its tail striking like a spear towards Zuo Ci.
"Get away!"
Zuo Ci stomped heavily on the ground, his immense strength creating a deep crater beneath him. He hooked his hands around the golden dragon's tail, feeling the fierce winds whip against his face.
With a shout, Zuo Ci, like an ant, pulled on the tail of the Golden Dragon and suddenly exerted force, swinging the Golden Dragon in a circle through the sky before crashing it down onto a nearby mountain.
Boom!
The Golden Dragon struck like a colossal axe, cleaving through the mountain with ease, scales flying in all directions.
Zuo Ci exhaled a breath of foul air as he looked at his bulging veins and hands; it seemed that when it came to strength, he still had some way to go.
However, it didn't matter much.
His profession was that of a genuine Left-Handed Sorcerer. Sorcerers wield spells, and flesh is the weakest element. The fact that he could shake a dragon was already impressive! Not just impressive, it was astonishing!
The onlooker, Hong Niangzi, nearly had her eyes pop out in disbelief. What was that? It was a dragon! Although it wasn't a true dragon, it was still terrifying enough. Zuo Ci, with his mortal body, had managed to throw the dragon like a javelin.
Was this guy really a sorcerer? Was there such an audacious sorcerer?
With a roar, a golden sea of flames instantly engulfed the entire mountain. The giant dragon twisted its neck and soared back into the sky. It looked down at Zuo Ci, its lantern-like pupils revealing a hint of confusion. How could this ant-sized human shake its massive body? Could he be a body cultivator? But he was clearly a sorcerer!
"Is that all you can do?" Zuo Ci chuckled and scolded lightly as he pressed his hands against the ground.
Within the Wan Hun Fan, Hyakki twisted and then exploded in an instant. Threads of black and red Sha Qi coalesced into a seven-faced, multi-armed Evil God Manifestation. It held various magical artifacts, rising to support the heavens.
The sky seemed to crack open, and crimson rain began to pour down from above.
The torrential blood rain poured down like sulfuric acid, corroding all living things. Even the meticulously crafted Black Mercedes-Benz slowly dissolved into a puddle of liquid under the Crimson downpour.
With a roar, the Evil God revealed seven grotesque faces aimed at the giant dragon, unleashing a spiraling sound wave known as Mi Shen Yin. The Golden Dragon swayed its body, flames erupting forth in an attempt to dispel those sound waves.
But it was futile. This was an attack targeting the soul, one that no spell could counter. Unless one's spirit was strong enough to withstand such a sonic assault, there was no escape.
In that moment of fury, the dragon's body stiffened, and its lantern-sized pupils reflected a look of confusion.
Buzzing sounds filled the air as countless threads of pale blue light shot out like fine silk. Zhan Xian Fei Dao—striking first and asking questions later, regardless of who you were!
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