The gray and azure dragon shadows collided, their overpowering auras crashing together. The intertwined force of laws from the surrounding immortals' battles was directly shaken apart by the mighty impact.
Their powers might have been evenly matched, but the Dragon-Headed Soul Corpse, usually cold and bloodthirsty, could not help showing a slight dissipation in both its gaze and aura.
Its momentum had been completely suppressed by the Azure Dragon.
At the same time, a pair of dragon horns sprouted from Lu Xiaotian's forehead, and patches of dragon scales appeared across his face.
The powers of the two mighty figures collided in wave after wave, while the resulting impacts swept across their surroundings in one successive burst after another. Explosions and tremors rose and fell without end.
With a hum, after one exchange, the Dragon-Headed Soul Corpse staggered backward, the Azure Dragon Whip in hand.
In their exchange just now, the Dragon-Headed Soul Corpse had not suffered any disadvantage in terms of strength alone. What truly made things difficult for it was the suppression from their auras. It seemed that the dragon aura on Lu Xiaotian naturally overwhelmed its own by a level.
"A dragon, a dragon clan member!" Jin Cangyue, Tianhong Yutang, and even Hun Yong, Tu Ling, Mei Li, and the others, who were currently on the opposing side, were all startled.
The Dragon-Headed Wolf-Tailed Soul Corpse alone was already absurdly powerful. Ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals needed at least three of them to barely contend with it. The biting aura of corpse-dragon energy made it difficult even for ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals to approach.
Yet beneath the dragon aura erupting from Lu Xiaotian, the Dragon-Headed Soul Corpse was at a complete disadvantage.
In terms of momentum alone, the Dragon-Headed Soul Corpse had already fallen a step behind.
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