Raising the Gold and Withdrawing the Troops
Countless red runes lit up across the surface of the crimson disc. A flash of red light later, a crimson firelight a hundred zhang in diameter shot out, engulfing half of the Black Lightning Flood Dragon's body.
Shi Lang gave a soft snort and formed a hand seal. The Black Lightning Flood Dragon swelled dramatically.
Rumble!
A world-shaking boom rang out as the Black Lightning Flood Dragon's body exploded, transforming into a black sun ten thousand zhang across. A powerful shock wave erupted from it and swept in every direction.
The other Body Integration Cultivators were badly startled and hurriedly brought out their magic treasures to defend themselves. Only then did they escape unharmed. The low-level cultivators below, however, were out of luck. Some were caught in the aftershocks of the battle and vaporized on the spot.
Three breaths later, the black sun vanished. "Shi Yue" stood suspended in midair, completely unharmed. He didn't have a single scratch on him, and even his clothes were spotless.
This was beyond Shi Lang's expectations. If another Body Integration Cultivator had taken that attack head-on, even if they weren't injured, they would have been left in a sorry state. Yet Shi Yue was perfectly fine, as though nothing had happened. It was quite a surprise.
Shi Lang's expression grew solemn. There was no smoke without fire: Shi Yue must have real ability to have achieved what he had.
He flicked his sleeve, sending a streak of white light shooting out. It was a white scroll more than ten zhang long, with dozens of snarling skulls painted on it. He sent in a hand seal, and the dozens of ferocious skulls flew out, swelling in an instant until each was as large as a hill. They gave