Moo! Eighteen dragon shadows crisscrossed and roamed through the void. In Wen Yan, Zi Luo, and Wen He's eyes, they appeared chaotic and disordered, yet they carried a terrifying pressure that made one's soul tremble.
However, Xiang Qingcheng's eyes gleamed as she watched. Each dragon shadow had been condensed from hundreds or thousands of talismanic patterns.
These eighteen dragon shadows were also the core of the entire Taixiao Dragon-Pattern Qianqing Formation. Ripples shook out from the bodies of the dragons one after another.
Every ripple was formed from mysterious and unfathomable talismanic patterns. In the eyes of Xiang Qingcheng, a grandmaster skilled in talismanic formations, each was a priceless treasure.
"What an impressive dragon-talisman formation." Xiang Qingcheng marveled, but her gaze suddenly sharpened. "You're already plotting against this formation before completely defeating the dragon race. You certainly have some nerve."
Wen Yan and the other dragon guards nearby could not help feeling puzzled. There was nothing unusual about the eighteen imposing dragon shadows before them.
Amid the puzzled gazes of the dragons, Xiang Qingcheng pointed forward. A drop of jade-green water drifted ahead.
The jade-green droplet struck a gap between the eighteen dragon shadows.
Hiss! A stream of corpse qi rose up and suddenly condensed into a corpse shadow that reached for the jade-green droplet.
The jade-green droplet looked exceedingly tiny, but when the corpse shadow's claw marks struck it, a gap seemed to open inside it. Countless sword shadows surged out like a mighty river.
At the same time, an immense suction force emerged from within the jade-green droplet. Before the corpse shadow could fully react, it was swallowed inside.
Countless sword shadows surrounded the corpse shadow. Within the droplet, the corpse shadow revealed the form of a headless white corpse. It fought desperately against the countless sword shadows,