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Li Ming's disguise worked surprisingly well, and Feng Tianlong had completely fallen into his trap. At this moment, Feng Tianlong seemed to be engulfed in madness, his eyes filled with an obsession to tear Li Ming apart. His Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted, barely enough to last for about five more minutes, yet Feng Tianlong was utterly reckless. He only wanted to use his most violent power to completely annihilate Li Ming in this brief time.
The Black Dragon Tattoo on Feng Tianlong's body began to writhe as if it were a living creature, slithering across his skin and greedily siphoning off the last remnants of his Spiritual Energy. That sinister power gradually spread, making Feng Tianlong's entire form appear increasingly bizarre and terrifying.
Li Ming sensed the change in Feng Tianlong and felt a tightening in his chest. Mo Shiu's voice echoed in his mind, laced with anxiety and warning: "Don't get too carried away, Li Ming... Feng Tianlong's attacks are no joke."
Li Ming's heart trembled slightly; he knew Mo Shiu was right. Feng Tianlong's strength was already formidable, and now with the enhancement of the Black Dragon Tattoo, he had reached his peak. If this continued, his own life would be in grave danger.
"Damn it..." Li Ming cursed inwardly, forcing himself to calm down. He understood that he could no longer gamble with life and death like this. The Feng Tianlong before him had entered an extraordinary realm in both speed and power; any attack would surely be lethal.
Feng Tianlong suddenly let out a furious roar, the Black Dragon Tattoo on him writhing wildly as if it were about to explode at any moment. Watching this unfold sent a chill down Li Ming's spine.
"Damn it, he's really prepared to fight to the death..." Li Ming gritted his teeth, quickly contemplating a counter-strategy. He knew that Feng Tianlong had completely lost his rationality, driven solely by the instinct for destruction. Such an opponent was more dangerous than anyone else.
Feng Tianlong's eyes were filled with madness as he charged at Li Ming, each punch and kick carrying destructive force as if he intended to crush Li Ming entirely. Under this overwhelming pressure, Li Ming barely managed to evade while maintaining a heightened sense of alertness.
"Come on, Feng Tianlong... no matter how strong you are, I won't let you have your way!" Li Ming silently gritted his teeth, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. He understood that they had reached a critical moment where even the slightest mistake could lead to death.
Feng Tianlong roared in the air, his voice booming like thunder as if summoning the very heavens. A bolt of black lightning suddenly descended from above with such speed that it was impossible to react. Li Ming narrowly sidestepped in mid-air, avoiding this deadly attack, but the residual energy still grazed his clothes, tearing them apart and sending wisps of smoke rising from the shredded fabric.
"Dark Dragon Awakening!" Feng Tianlong bellowed furiously, his voice filled with frenzied killing intent. The Black Dragon Tattoo on him danced wildly as if a living black dragon roamed across his skin. This dragon continuously absorbed the last traces of Feng Tianlong's Spiritual Energy as if it intended to consume him entirely.
With Feng Tianlong's roar, a dense mass of dark Spiritual Energy rapidly coalesced in his hand, ultimately forming into a massive Spirit Qi Black Dragon. This dragon resembled a ferocious beast clawing its way out of the depths of hell, brimming with endless evil and destructive power. It circled momentarily above Feng Tianlong's hand before suddenly lunging at Li Ming as if it aimed to devour him whole.
Li Ming stared at the manifestation of the Black Dragon Aura, his heart racing in shock. He had never anticipated that Feng Tianlong could unleash such a formidable killing move. The power of this strike clearly exceeded Li Ming's expectations; he could feel the destructive force contained within the Black Dragon Aura, a force capable of leveling a mountain, let alone him.
"Damn it!" Li Ming gritted his teeth, knowing he had to give it his all to withstand this deadly blow. He quickly summoned the Spiritual Energy within him, gathering blue lightning currents in his palms to form a Shield, hoping to block the black dragon's attack.
However, at the moment the black dragon charged forward, Li Ming felt an earth-shattering pressure, as if the very heavens were trembling. He pushed the Thunder Shield forward with all his might, yet the force still left his arms numb and struggling to resist.
"Mo Shiu, think of something quickly!" Li Ming shouted anxiously in his mind, aware that his life depended on his next reaction. The shadow of the black dragon loomed over him, and a massive Spiritual Energy shockwave was about to engulf him.
Feng Tianlong wore a maniacal grin; he understood that this strike would end Li Ming. Just as the Black Dragon Aura was about to hit him, Li Ming's thoughts became unnaturally clear, as if time had slowed down in that moment. He took a deep breath, gathering all his strength to prepare for this life-and-death confrontation.
The enormous Black Dragon Aura surged toward Li Ming, its vast dark power consuming him in an instant. He felt an irresistible pressure crashing down on him like an avalanche; the air around him seemed to be drained by this Spiritual Energy, making it hard for him to breathe. The impact of the Spiritual Energy violently struck his body, causing every muscle and bone to tremble in agony. He tried to protect himself with Spiritual Energy, but this overwhelming force made it nearly impossible to withstand.
Every cell in Li Ming's body felt as if it were being burned by fire; intense pain surged from every limb and bone. He felt as if his internal organs were being sliced apart, and his heart pounded violently in his chest, threatening to burst at any moment. This endless suffering compelled him to scream out loud, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.
"Ah—!" Li Ming's cry seemed so insignificant beneath the black dragon's onslaught, like the final scream of a dying man.
Just when he was on the verge of collapse, Mo Shiu's voice suddenly echoed in his mind—stern and cold: "Hold on! You must hold on! The only chance of victory is right before you; you cannot fall now!"
Li Ming's consciousness blurred from the excruciating pain, but Mo Shiu's voice pierced through like a sharp blade into his heart, pulling him back from the brink of collapse. He gritted his teeth and fought to steady his mind, forcing himself to concentrate and not let his body be completely consumed by this massive Spiritual Energy.
Yet pain continued to crash over him like waves; he felt his veins throbbing violently as if they would burst at any moment. His organs silently screamed under the impact of this Spiritual Energy. Li Ming's vision gradually blurred, and sounds around him became indistinct as if everything was fading away.
But at this most perilous moment, Li Ming suddenly sensed a faint yet resilient power gathering within him—a force stemming from deep within his heart: a desire for survival and an obsession with victory. Li Ming knew this was his only hope; he could not afford to give up.
"Hold on!" Mo Shiu's voice rang out again, this time more forcefully.
Li Ming forced himself to suppress the excruciating pain within, concentrating his final will on this surge of power. He took a deep breath, feeling this energy gradually swell, as if his body was slowly adapting to this destructive Spiritual Energy.
Feng Tianlong's Black Dragon Aura continued to strike fiercely, but Li Ming sensed that, with the passage of time, the strength of this Spiritual Energy seemed to be waning. This was the opportunity Mo Shiu had mentioned. A flicker of hope ignited within Li Ming; he knew that if he could endure this wave, he would be able to turn the tide.
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