The dragon breath gradually dissipated beneath the purple mist. By contrast, although the purple mist had lost part of its mass, what remained still surged toward the Azure Dragon.
"Just as expected of an existence at the Profound Immortal level. Even after suffering such a severe injury, and while inside this Demon-Suppressing Tower, it still possesses such power."
The Azure Dragon's several-zhang-long body wound through the surroundings. Its pair of awe-inspiring dragon eyes watched the surging purple mist with boundless excitement instead. True dragons were battle-mad. Even though, some time ago in the Mist Hall, Lu Xiaotian had trapped many True Immortal-level wolf demons inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and, in his transformed Azure Dragon body, killed those opponents one after another, the battle intent that had accumulated for so long—almost enough to affect his mind—had only been eased to a certain extent.
But it had only been eased to a certain extent. As his cultivation rose, especially after he comprehended his own path of cultivation techniques, that powerful desire for battle born from fighting countless demons once again filled the Azure Dragon's heart.
At this moment, in the Azure Dragon's eyes, the purple centipede demon before him was not an enemy at all, but an excellent opponent for battle.
The Azure Dragon's several-zhang-long body swam through the void, its vigorous figure whipping its tail down. It looked like a fish flicking its tail in water, or a tiger swinging a tail like an iron whip, or even the casual swat of a cow or horse driving away flies. This swing was utterly natural, without the slightest hint of affectation, yet it contained endless variations. In the past, when Lu Xiaotian had fought many demons, he had witnessed the might of their tails, comprehended countless demonic cultivation techniques, and experienced their