"Even so, I can't withstand this!" Xiao Heng roared inwardly as he rapidly retreated, torrents of energy surging from his body.
At that moment, he suddenly missed Xiao Yan a little. How had that guy dealt with this? Purifying Power... but what he possessed was not the actual Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame! The power of a single Child Flame was simply insufficient to purify that bead.
"Xiao Heng, die...!"
The North Dragon King bellowed as he burst out from the dust with an incomparably savage expression. Yet, he was utterly bedraggled. There was a hole in his chest, and the auras of the West Dragon King and South Dragon King on his shoulder had already vanished. His aura was extremely weak, blood streamed all over his body, and wounds covered him from head to toe. He was already at the end of his strength, as though he might die the next instant. This was his final desperate struggle.
Yet a final burst of strength often made one look rather healthy.
He controlled the Dragon Soul Pearl and roared, heedlessly throwing everything into this attack like the final claw of a dying beast.
Under his control, the Dragon Soul Pearl abruptly accelerated, shooting straight toward Xiao Heng.
Layer upon layer of energy barriers emerged around Xiao Heng. When the Dragon Soul Pearl struck those barriers, its blood-red radiance and countless dragon roars instantly engulfed his entire body.
"Boom...!"
The blood-red energy suddenly expanded, forming a blood-red space several hundred feet wide and trapping Xiao Heng within it.
"Die...!" The North Dragon King roared as he controlled the Dragon Soul Pearl to erupt violently. Countless phantom dragons burst forth, roaring wildly.
"Xiao Heng...!" Medusa cried out sharply. Zi Yan and the others rushed forward together, but in the next instant...
"Boom...!"
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