The Azure-Scaled Mace and the dozen or so snowballs clashed violently, striking the strange image of the bottle from time to time. The fierce impacts formed one storm after another, sweeping outward in all directions. Muye Hongchen's figure blurred, transforming into a gigantic hurricane vortex. Within it, the roar of dragons rang without end.
The gray-white snowflakes all around were repeatedly sucked into the vortex. Between the hundred-strange infant corpse and Muye Hongchen, shadows flashed past at lightning speed, colliding so rapidly that the eye could barely follow. In the blink of an eye, no one knew how many times the two had exchanged blows.
The hundred-strange infant corpse grew more alarmed the longer they fought. Although her strength was no weaker than her opponent's, if the battle truly continued to the end, victory or defeat would no longer depend on the nearly equal combat power of both sides, but on perseverance and the ability to adapt to changing circumstances in the midst of battle.
It seemed she really had underestimated these dragons. She had originally thought that, with her perfected profound understanding of the laws of corpse cultivation, combined with part of the power inherited from her ancestors by the Sealing Spirit Corpse Bottle, she would be able to suppress an opponent at the Celestial Immortal level. She had not expected Muye Hongchen to possess such strength. Setting aside the influence of the Sealing Spirit Corpse Bottle, in terms of the true foundation of their cultivation, she seemed even less profound than the Muye Hongchen before her. The strength of the dragon race truly invited the jealousy of Heaven!
"Why haven't you made your move yet? I can't deal with this Muye Hongchen!" The hundred-strange infant corpse was unable to take down her opponent for the moment, and a