"The True God nurtured for hundreds of millions of years is about to awaken."
Bai Yujun slowly descended, hovering two feet above the ground.
Her silk ribbons snapped in the wind, her long hair flared like a dragon's mane, and she floated silently before Zhen Bei with her boot tips pointed downward.
"Have you fully absorbed and fused the dragon blood I gave you before? The dragon blood will aid your awakening. I hope you will not disappoint me in the future."
Before the nine incomplete corpses arrived, the dragon blood that had lain dormant within Zhen Bei for so long suddenly erupted.
Zhen Bei, whose entire body was taut as he gritted his teeth and held on, felt all the blood in his body turn scorching hot, as though magma rather than blood flowed through his veins.
A crisp, resounding dragon roar suddenly rang out.
The energy of the dragon blood manifested. A white Little White Dragon, roughly ten feet long, coiled around Zhen Bei. Though small, she possessed ample dragon might.
Bai Yujun's hands formed runes in a dazzling blur as she uttered an arcane phrase in the Dragon Language.
Another clear dragon roar sounded.
The ten-foot white dragon rose slightly, aimed herself at Zhen Bei's chest, lowered her head, and plunged straight inside. Kitten Demon, the soldiers, and the demons watching nearby could clearly see the process. The little dragon's form flickered in and out across Zhen Bei's entire body. Her dragon head gradually fixed itself onto Zhen Bei's head, her four claws merged into his limbs, and before the nine corpses arrived, she fused with him first.
Bai Yujun feared that without the dragon blood's suppression, Zhen Bei would lose his mind.
If such dense Killing Intent went out of control, it could easily interfere with