Intense positive energy reverberated within Youying and Zhuzhao, rapidly healing their nearly shattered bodies.
Yet the enemy's bizarre force and that special golden energy kept causing their cells to die, and the immense energy expenditure left them barely able to maintain human form.
Why the Dragon Clan transformed into human form, they had long forgotten. They only knew it had been so since ancient times.
Perhaps because of World Dragon Kurima, perhaps because of some golden dragon who had become an immortal patriarch, or perhaps because of the observation of some other existence.
But Youying and Zhuzhao did not actually like taking human form. This weak, greedy race had little merit beyond serving as subjects of their harmonizing faction.
Still, tales of heroes had always circulated within the Dragon Court. Humans were numerous and short-lived, so once in a great while, terrifyingly powerful individuals would emerge among them.
Youying and Zhuzhao suddenly froze at the same time. Their minds were linked, yet both were now suffering scattered thoughts. It meant their condition was terrible—they had truly been driven into a desperate corner by this powerful Reincarnator.
As Youying and Zhuzhao looked at the greed on the Reincarnator's face, they knew full well that, as the most vicious force in the multiverse, that special box always nurtured its subordinates through the most naked form of plunder.
Reincarnators were greedy demons who gnawed marrow from bones, vermin who ought to be exterminated the moment they appeared in the multiverse.
Otherwise, once such creatures grew stronger, they would inevitably bring immense chaos.
Bzzz!
Innate mystical light of black and white flared up. The greatest difference between high-ranking dragons and lesser races was that they were born wielding Authorities.
It was an innate gift, a blessing bestowed by the Observers and the Dragon King.