But that was an ability only a six-horned one possessed. This four-horned one had not even grown claws yet—it was merely a pitch-black, long-horned loach.
"What kind of look is that? Are you looking down on me?" The Black Dragon seemed to have noticed the disdain in my eyes and demanded angrily.
"Little Black, don't be so insecure. You're at the early four-horned stage now. I'm not looking down on you. Let's first see what abilities you have, then discuss how to level up later, all right?" Several blocks of yin energy had been enough to raise it to the early Ghost King stage, which was pretty good. Back then, Song Wanyi and the others had consumed quite a few blocks of yin energy, and only after that trip to the seaside had they reached their current level, on the verge of breaking through to the Ghost Emperor stage.
"My dragon body can transform into Black Dragon Battle Armor. The coffin maintains the existence of my dragon body. It's what you saw before—the source of my power," the Black Dragon said.
"So it's an energy-storage box? Can it provide me with magic power?" That was what I cared about most. The armor looked impressive too, but defense was still just defense. No matter how durable it was, it was better to go beat someone else up.
"As long as enough is stored, providing magic power is nothing. The more energy the coffin absorbs at ordinary times, the longer I can exist. The power it can transmit when covering your body will rise accordingly." The Black Dragon looked at me eagerly before continuing.
It seemed this thing was similar to the Blood Cloud Coffin. Both were toys of the immortals. Even phones ran out of battery quickly nowadays, and immortals were