In another corner on the right side of the backyard, the Titled Douluo-level battle that erupted there was even more thunderous.
The three sides in the fight were all top-tier powerhouses who dominated their own regions:
Long Jing'an, a Level 95 Power Attack Type Titled Douluo, with the Martial Soul Silver Flower Dragon, which contained the bloodline of a silver dragon and commanded elemental power.
Yu Yongyuan, a level 96 Power Attack Type Titled Douluo, with the Martial Soul Mutated Crimson Fire Dragon, whose flames were unmatched in their tyranny, able to burn the sky and boil the sea.
Zhai Henbai of the Black Nether Legion, a level 96 Defense Type Titled Douluo, with the Martial Soul Black Water Black Tortoise, which controlled Nether Heavy Water.
This man had already become a Titled Douluo during the catastrophe sixty years ago. His experience was extremely seasoned, unlike Wan Hanyou, who had advanced later, and the strength of his defense could be called a bulwark of the present age.
All three of them had Ninth Grade Martial Souls, making their might seem even more extraordinary.
At this moment, Long Jing'an and Yu Yongyuan had both manifested their true dragon forms, one silver and one crimson. A dragon soul and a physical dragon joined forces in a fierce assault, bombarding him madly.
Long Jing'an's Silver Flower Dragon true form raised its head and let out a long cry. Its dragon mouth gaped wide as dazzling silver brilliance gathered in its throat, so bright it seemed capable of blinding the eye.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Chaotic Silver Stream Breath!"
A torrent of chaotic elements tangled with spiraling wind blades, Bursting Thunderballs, and Extreme Cold Ice Cones surged out like the Nine Heavens Star River flowing backward. Carrying a sharpness and chaos that could tear all