Demon Transformation

No sooner had the words fallen than a fist-sized chunk of pitch-black flesh appeared in the Northern Dragon King's hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he stuffed it into his mouth.

The pitch-black flesh melted the instant it touched the Northern Dragon King, becoming a liquid mixture of black tinged with a trace of dark red. It swiftly slid down the Northern Dragon King's throat and entered his body.

"—A real classic segment, huh? But isn't this bit of showmanship a little too terrifying?"

As Yao Wan remained locked in a stalemate with Gen Sheng, she could not help noticing the wildly surging Demonic Qi over on Zi Yan's side. She glanced over instinctively, then could not help knitting her delicate brows.

The Western Dragon King and Southern Dragon King, who had just been injured by Zi Yan, suddenly sensed that the Dou Qi around them was madly fading away, transforming instead into a stretch of pitch-black, ink-like Demonic Qi. It was suffocating, and it made the Western Dragon King and Southern Dragon King instinctively want to flee that especially ominous source of calamity.

Only now, it was already too late.

"You two useless pieces of trash!"

Dense Black Mist abruptly covered the Northern Dragon King's body. Along with those words laced with madness, a dizzying roar spread across the entire Eastern Dragon Island, causing everyone's head to feel as if it were splitting apart. The slaughter and battles between them were forcibly halted by the Northern Dragon King's roar.

Even Yao Wan and Xiao Yan were likewise temporarily suppressed by the Northern Dragon King's roar, the Dou Qi within their bodies checked, making them involuntarily knit their brows.

Gen Sheng and Kan Sheng did not take the chance to press their advantage either. Instead, they immediately withdrew to the left