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High in the sky.
A moment ago, Yan Wushuang's demonic dragon body had been as black as an abyss, violent power surging beneath his dragon scales like rushing Ink-colored Lava. Every claw strike carried a roar that seemed to tear space apart, demonic flames towering to the heavens.
His demonic dragon attributes were darkness, destruction, fire (demonic flame), and dragon.
Speaking of which, the Yan Family's demonic dragons were somewhat interesting.
The attributes awakened in their demonic dragons were not complete. Aside from darkness and dragon attributes, the other attributes... were random.
Of course, they were all negative attributes, and were roughly fixed to several types: devouring, death, destruction, nether, yin-cold, demonic flame, shadow, and the like.
Their inheritance was somewhat similar to the Long Family's, centered mainly on dragon souls.
In fact, there was a deep connection between them.
Opposite him, in Leng Qingqiu's hand, the longsword condensed from Nine Heavens Cloud Qi seemed to carry the weight of Mountains and Rivers and the misty vastness of the boundless starry sky.
When the sword rose, it was like a startling swan appearing in a flash, melting into an endless sea of clouds until its trace could no longer be found.
When the sword fell, it was like a Dragon Tail Swing, stirring spatial ripples that sealed off all four directions.
Every one of Yan Wushuang's destructive charges was diverted by that seemingly light and agile cloud sword, dispersed, or forcibly blocked by space that suddenly twisted and contracted.
Leng Qingqiu's figure had even merged into Cloud and Smoke, its true and false forms impossible to discern!
"Damn space! And this star-like bullshit Soul Power!"
Yan Wushuang cursed inwardly, viciousness churning in his dragon eyes.