Divine Dragon Transformation's Debut

"Don't be fooled by his Saint Mage aura. I've wounded him, and he's only at the Earth Grade Mage level now," the imprisoned elder rasped at that moment.

Qi Bei's eyes flashed with golden light, and with a low growl, he exploded forward like lightning. The black longsword in his hand suddenly slashed out a golden sword energy, striking directly at the desiccated elder's throat.

With a metallic clang, a black light suddenly appeared on the desiccated elder's throat. Like the hardest diamond, it blocked Qi Bei's lightning-fast strike.

"Kekekeke..."

The desiccated elder let out a chilling, eerie laugh. He extended his withered, tree-like claws, and dozens of black smoke tendrils instantly wrapped around Qi Bei, lifting him into the air.

"Even if I'm only an Earth Grade Mage, killing you is as easy as flipping my palm," the desiccated elder said. With a wave of his withered arm, Qi Bei was sent flying, smashing hard against the black crystal wall.

"Pfft!" Qi Bei spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs convulsing.

This is an Earth Grade Mage... they're actually this powerful.

Mages only truly become mages when they reach the Advanced Mage realm. At this stage, they possess a certain degree of defensive capability, which, combined with their powerful magical attacks, makes them truly terrifying. And that's not even considering an Earth Grade Mage.

The desiccated elder before him had previously been a Saint Dark Mage, one of the peak existences in the entire world. Even if his strength had fallen to Earth Grade Mage, he wouldn't be someone to be trifled with, not even as a beginner mage.

Qi Bei, whose strength was almost comparable to an ordinary King Grade Warrior, was no match for the desiccated elder.

"Surrender your soul and essence blood, and allow me to recover my Heaven Grade strength..." The desiccated elder waved his scepter, and a string of obscure incantations spewed from his mouth at an unimaginable speed.

A black light shot out from the skull at the top of the scepter, enveloping the curled-up Qi Bei.

Instantly, a massive suction force penetrated Qi Bei's body, attempting to draw out his entire essence blood.

Qi Bei felt his blood uncontrollably wanting to surge out of his body. His blood vessels began to swell, and veins bulged from all over his body. His handsome face was now covered in bulging veins, like it was crawling with earthworms, and his eyeballs bulged with blood, making him look like a demon crawling from hell.

At the same time, his soul was being pulled outward by a suction force, feeling light and detached from his body's restraints.

"Kaka...ka..." Qi Bei gritted his silver teeth, and the inner force of the Divine Dragon Art began to circulate wildly, attempting to suppress this bizarre, immense suction.

At this moment, the black longsword that had fallen beside Qi Bei began to tremble. Without direct contact with Qi Bei's body, its transmitted information could not enter Qi Bei's mind.

"Such powerful willpower! But your struggles are futile." The desiccated elder was clearly surprised, but he didn't take it too seriously. Even the strongest willpower couldn't resist his Soul Devouring Technique, especially considering the vast difference in their strength, which could be described as a chasm.

The desiccated elder chanted another string of incantations, and the suction force immediately doubled.

Qi Bei's entire body began to lift off the ground, floating upwards, pulled by the immense suction.

Tiny capillaries began to rupture, seeping from his skin and flying towards the desiccated elder.

Qi Bei's throat let out a gurgling sound like water, and streaks of blood escaped from his mouth.

"Hahaha, you little ant, give up your resistance. It will be a quicker death this way," the desiccated elder cackled. The stronger Qi Bei's willpower, the stronger his soul, so why wouldn't he be happy?

Just then, the blood-red color in Qi Bei's pupils was replaced by gold. The gurgling sound from his throat gradually deepened, sounding faintly like a dragon's roar from the distant heavens.

Suddenly, the desiccated elder felt his suction force freeze. A terrifying aura emanated from Qi Bei, who looked like a demon.

"Not good!" The desiccated elder sensed that something was wrong, but the soul force he had merged into the Soul Devouring Technique could not be withdrawn.

Qi Bei raised his head, the veins on his face receding. His pair of cold, arrogant golden eyes stared at the desiccated elder, as if, in that instant, their roles had reversed, and the desiccated elder was the lowly, insignificant ant.

Qi Bei's large hand instantly began to swell, covered in dense golden scales. His sharp claws gleamed with a destructive aura.

"Dragon... Dragon's aura..." the desiccated elder screamed in terror. His soul force was firmly trapped; to escape, he would have to abandon it, which would cause his strength to fall to King Grade Mage or even just Advanced Mage.

"Die!" Qi Bei let out a cold roar. The Dragon Claws, radiating golden light, grabbed directly for the desiccated elder's heart.

The desiccated elder's pupils contracted, and waves of black light reappeared on his body.

The Dragon Claws paused slightly upon contact with the black light, but then the black light shattered piece by piece. The sharp claws pierced into the desiccated elder's chest.

At that very moment, the desiccated elder's body trembled, and he forcibly severed his soul force. A terrifying dark energy exploded instantly.

The shockwave rolled through the black crystal chamber, sending Qi Bei flying.

"Bastard, I'll make sure you have no place to be buried!" the desiccated elder roared repeatedly. The skull on his scepter emanated wisps of black mist, gradually forming into a wolf-like shape.

"I offer my soul as sacrifice..." Just then, the imprisoned elder suddenly began chanting a mysterious incantation in a peculiar rhythm. His face was filled with devout peace, and a faint, snow-white holy light emanated from his body.

A mysterious, giant rune formed and suddenly enveloped the desiccated elder.

How could Qi Bei miss such an opportunity? He let out a furious roar, and his two massive Dragon Claws plunged into the desiccated elder's heart and head, respectively.

"No..." the desiccated elder roared in unwilling agony. The wolf-like phantom that had already taken shape began to dissipate, and the skull scepter fell from mid-air.

Qi Bei withdrew his Dragon Claws. One claw held a still-beating heart, while the other clutched a mass of white brain matter.

The desiccated elder collapsed like a pile of rotten flesh. The dispersing wisps of invisible energy from his body were greedily absorbed by the black longsword.

Qi Bei curled his lips. With his two claws, his inner force was completely depleted. The Dragon Claws began to revert to hands, and his body instantly felt extremely weak.

"Young friend, do you still have the strength to come over?" At this moment, the imprisoned elder spoke.

Qi Bei turned his head and was astonished to see that the elder's body was slowly becoming transparent. He dragged his heavy steps to the elder's side. If it hadn't been for the elder casting a magical technique to immobilize the desiccated elder just now, he would likely have been in grave danger.