Even if Gnar Fagern had truly borrowed another person's power, just as Xiao De had.
There was one fact that could not be changed.
That was the fact that he was a super god-class powerhouse.
As long as that foundation remained unshakable, driving him back would still be extremely difficult.
The shockwave created by those elephant hooves shattering space poured down like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Given the current situation, Xiao Tianyang was the only one present who could confront it head-on.
Moreover, if that attack landed on the battlefield below, its destructive power would be unimaginable.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Nine Dragon Transformation!"
"Ninth Soul Skill, Black Dragon Heaven-Suppressing Wave!"
Long Xiaoyao truly deserved his former title as one of the Black and White Twin Dragon Saints, the Dragon Emperor!
Even Fei Yan and the others, who had once been his enemies, greatly admired such spirit.
After all, his agreement with Xiao Tianyang had been nothing more than a verbal one from beginning to end.
And judging from Xiao Tianyang's past treatment of Evil Soul Masters, the Holy Spirit Cult was unlikely to meet a good end anyway.
Yet, for that slim chance of survival, Long Xiaoyao was willing to stake his life on it.
If everyone set aside their respective allegiances, most of them would actually have been willing to be friends with Long Xiaoyao.
Even if he was a man of few words and seemed difficult to get along with.
But so what?
As long as he was a friend one could entrust their back to, a strange personality was completely acceptable.
Boom!
A deafening roar came from mid-air!
Long Xiaoyao's figure was sent flying backward like a struck baseball!
Of course, although blood seeped from the corner of his mouth and his hands trembled, he had