The two dragons had exhausted every ounce of strength just to barely hold their ground without losing.
They had been born too late, and their cultivation time was so short that it was not even comparable to that of the Ghost Generals of the underworld. Yet to the various underworld factions, that was precisely what made them most terrifying. Though there were only two dragons, their dragons' advantage of long, nearly endless lifespans meant that they would gradually grow into beings on the level of the Nether Dragon from the final years of the Ancient Desolate Dragon Court. All sides had long hesitated over how to deal with the newborn Nether Dragon, yet the first to act was the sect that had always kept itself hidden.
The giant dragons darted and evaded nimbly. At times, they skimmed past the surface of the River Nai or the earth; at others, they climbed into the gray sky and dove down, continuously spewing dragon flame brimming with the laws of death.
A massive size did not mean becoming a target. When an enormous body possessed advantages in speed and defense, shed all restraints to unleash its full power, and released the brutality and ferocity in its nature, all manner of forbidden dragon arts could be cast instantly. Every time a dragon claw struck the ground, the earth trembled and the River Nai churned into raging waves.
The River of Swords supported them, roaring forward in the most violent fashion as it shifted unpredictably between ten thousand swords and a single condensed blade.
The hundred-zhang-long heavy saber was not clumsy at all. In the hands of the girl of immense strength, it danced like wind and rain. Behind her rose a huge Nether Dragon Dharmakaya, while True Sight in her eyes searched intently for