Little White Dragon Ao Lie took a deep breath, a trace of resolve flashing through his eyes.
He activated the source power of the Seven-Star Dragon Pearl he had just obtained, allowing the Phantom Dream-Charming Dragon's power to surge and swell wildly through his limbs and bones.
"Roar!"
A low, seductive dragon's chant rose from deep within his throat, sending ripples through the surrounding space.
In an instant, the pure white scales covering his body shattered inch by inch, turning into a rain of light.
They were replaced by a layer of deep, shadowy purple-black scales.
His body swelled against the wind, transforming into a slender Phantom Dream-Charming Dragon radiating lethal allure.
He opened his mouth and gently bit down on the Illusory Pendant, letting it hang around his long neck.
The pendant gave off a hazy glow, shrouding his entire dragon head in dreamlike mist.
Then, he suddenly exhaled.
A pitch-black flame, as though it could devour even light itself, spewed from his mouth.
Nine Nether Demon Ancestor Flame!
The flame had no temperature, yet it carried a chill and destructive aura that struck directly at the soul.
Like a black venomous snake, it slowly spread along the edges of the illusion Daji had set up.
However, this was only the beginning.
As the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor Flame burned, the Illusory Pendant around Little White Dragon's neck suddenly erupted with an incomparably terrifying fluctuation.
It was no longer ordinary seduction, but an ultimate attraction born from the abyss, from darkness, from the depths of the soul.
This power merged perfectly with the black demonic flames, becoming a black storm that swept across heaven and earth!
"Rumble!!"
Dragon-Pressing Cave let out a mournful groan under the unbearable strain.
Whether it was Myriad Saints Princess's tender calls or the torment