"Ao Jianshen, do you think your Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan has victory in the bag?"
"The real battle is only just beginning."
Clan Leader Bai blasted Ao Jianshen back with a single strike, then looked toward the distant void and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Cold, what are you still waiting for?"
The moment his words fell, thick fog suddenly spread across the entire Wind Empress Mountain Range.
The fog carried the stench of blood.
The members of both clans locked in battle noticed the sudden change.
The fog moved swiftly, surging toward the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan members.
Within its hazy depths, twisted, eerie shadows could be seen emerging one after another.
"That is—"
A Dark Blood Jiaolong clansman stared ahead, but before he could react, a massive black-and-white serpent burst from the fog and savagely bit into his shoulder.
One giant serpent after another continuously emerged, launching fierce attacks upon the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan members.
"The Water Spirit Snake Clan!"
Ao Jianshen narrowed his eyes. Then, sensing something, he turned to look nearby.
At some unknown point, a grim-faced man had appeared there, calmly watching him.
"Clan Leader Ao, it has been a long time," the grim man said with a smile.
"The Water Spirit Snake Clan's leader, Cold Han." Ao Jianshen's brows furrowed slightly.
Cold Han looked at Clan Leader Bai and asked, "Fellow Daoist Bai, do you need me to help you deal with him?"
"No need. Go help me kill the jewel of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan."
Clan Leader Bai spoke expressionlessly.
"Very well."
"I have long wanted to witness True Dragon Bloodline for myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cold Han vanished from where he stood.
Ao Jianshen's expression darkened. Cold Han was the leader of a clan, and