Dao Lord Taichu calmed down. He knew that now was not the time for discouragement, but for a counterattack.
His figure suddenly accelerated, darting around the black dragon like lightning. Every swing of his sword carried unparalleled force and speed.
Sword qi blazed like a rainbow, blade light flashed like lightning, and Dao Lord Taichu's attacks became even sharper.
No longer suppressed by the black dragon's imposing might, he gradually began to gain the upper hand.
Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor's expression turned solemn as he began to resist Dao Lord Taichu's attacks with all his strength.
The black dragon roared without pause as black smoke billowed, attempting to prevent Dao Lord Taichu from drawing near.
Yet Dao Lord Taichu's strength continued to grow, and his swordsmanship became ever more exquisite.
One earth-shattering attack after another crashed down, shattering the black dragon's defenses and striking straight at Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor.
Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor roared furiously, and an even stronger dark aura erupted from his body. His eyes turned blood-red.
He extended his palm, condensing a sphere of Black Energy within it before hurling it fiercely at Dao Lord Taichu.
The dark sphere spread out, forming a pitch-black domain that devoured all light and hope.
Dao Lord Taichu felt his body grow heavy, his movements slowing as though darkness had bound him.
Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor seized the chance. His palm turned into sharp claws and slashed precisely across Dao Lord Taichu's chest, sending blood spraying.
Dao Lord Taichu staggered back several steps in pain. His face was pale, yet determination still gleamed in his eyes.
He knew this battle was far from over. It had only just begun.
The dark sphere gradually dissipated. With a sweep of his arm, Dao Lord Taichu forcibly suppressed the injuries within his body.