Thirty-six dragon souls, along with A Zi, the Sky Covering Demon Dragon, all moved out together. The sight was tremendously spectacular. They were all massive creatures, each larger than the last, instantly occupying a huge stretch of space and making the battlefield unbearably crowded.
That alone was not enough.
Fan Lang raised his arm and blew hard against it, sending many hairs drifting down.
The hairs expanded in the wind, transforming into a swarm of living flying dragons, numbering in the hundreds. Individually, these flying dragons were quite ordinary, at most slightly stronger than Profound Gods. But together, they were different—they were equivalent to a Dragon Race army.
Fan Lang had originally been fighting alone, but now he suddenly had many helpers, outnumbering the enemy.
"Bite them!"
Fan Lang waved his hand like a general issuing an order. The many dragon souls and dragons obeyed, launching a frenzied attack.
The Black Dragon Society bore the word "dragon" in its name, yet it was Fan Lang's side that had released a great swarm of dragons.
All along, Fan Lang had been the ruler of the Dragon Race!
Surrounded and attacked by the dragons, the Black Dragon Society was plunged into a bitter battle and left in a sorry state.
"Fan Lang, let me go out and take a spin myself!" Dragon Suppressing the Eight Desolations said eagerly.
Fan Lang granted the request. With a flip of his palm, he released his grip. Dragon Suppressing the Eight Desolations turned into a streak of cold light and shot out, fast as lightning, circling behind a Black Dragon Society member.
Then blood sprayed through the air. That Black Dragon Society member was badly wounded, his body nearly split apart by a single slash.
Dragon Suppressing the Eight Desolations flew about in every direction, consecutively