Primordial Desolation: The Mortal Storyteller, with an Audience of Saints
Chapter 790

Evil Dragon

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"Roar—!"

The Evil Dragon howled madly, its Dragon Claws slamming down on the destinies of the Witch and Yao races. Black aura surged around its body, instantly condensing the destinies of both races into a thick light shield. With a booming crash, it took the Red Embroidered Ball head-on!

"Hmm?"

In Wa Huang Palace, Empress Nuwa slightly raised her willow brows, genuine astonishment surfacing on her exquisite features. She had been quietly observing Tianji when she suddenly sensed a disturbance in the River of Destiny. Probing it with her divine sense, she saw that the evil creature was coiled around the destiny, wantonly devouring it. Her anger flared at once! In her fury, the Red Embroidered Ball left her hand, determined to crush it into dust. Who could have imagined that this wretched beast could use destiny as armor and forcibly block a Saint's strike?

More troublesome still, it had become tightly entangled with the Witch and Yao races' destiny. Any further attack would injure the source of their destiny. She could stand by and watch the Witch Clan rise or fall, but the Yao Race Destiny was connected to too much and concerned the balance of Heaven and Earth. It could not be damaged recklessly. Even with the dignity of a Saint, she could not help feeling a chill in her heart and growing wary.

The Evil Dragon seemed to sense her hesitation. It raised its head and let out a long cry, the sound ripping through silk. Its dragon body tightened again like a living python, squeezing the destiny of the two races until it creaked. Its enormous mouth opened once more, and its devouring grew even more frantic. Yet when it probed the Human Race Fortune several times, it was like crashing into an iron wall. That

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