The Power of an Eighth-Grade Formation Master
Bi Fan regarded his opponent with an impassive expression. The man was at the mid-stage of the Marquis Realm, slightly stronger than Mo Wu. Among the black-armored guards, he could be considered a leader.
It seemed this group really was on a different level from the people he had encountered in South Wilderness Hall.
Wang Liang strode forward, his tall frame coming to a quiet stop. Even standing still, he radiated a wordless pressure.
By comparison, Bi Fan's lean frame looked somewhat weaker.
He narrowed his eyes. The Dragon God Body technique began circulating rapidly through him, and his body visibly swelled as his aura reached its peak.
Wang Liang gave a low shout. Black spiritual energy slowly seeped from his body, taking the shape of a flood dragon in midair.
Its black-and-gold eyes stared coldly at Bi Fan, brimming with scornful arrogance. It threw back its head and roared, then lunged in a frenzy, claws and fangs tearing at him.
"Demon Flood Dragon's Devour!"
Bi Fan narrowed his eyes. A gleam of brilliant gold appeared in his hand. His palm, backed by dense spiritual energy, burst with Golden Light and shot forward like dark jade, striking straight at the black dragon's head.
"Golden Crow Sacred Profound Hand!"
Lu Chi frowned as he watched from the side. He could sense that this man's body-refining technique was extraordinary.
A layer of dark red light wrapped around him like a thick barrier. To defeat the man before them, they would likely have to break through that red glow first.
Or, with an overwhelming advantage in strength, they might be able to pierce its defenses and crush the man within!
In an instant, the black demon flood dragon and the jade-like hand wreathed in Golden Light