Dragon Soul Mirror

"Qingyue..." Lu Chen caught sight of Yun Qingyue within the Evil-Quelling Guard formation as well. Holding the Green Emperor Evil-Warding Hairpin, she scattered streams of purifying green light, dispelling the yin balefulness from everyone and healing their wounds. She could clearly have left, yet she had chosen to stay and fight at his side.

Warmth surged through Lu Chen's heart, and his fighting spirit blazed even stronger!

He no longer looked behind him. His gaze locked tightly onto the Nether Array Envoy atop the altar. The Wind God Wings beat wildly as he transformed into a straight streak of azure-violet lightning and shot forward!

The hundred-zhang distance vanished in an instant!

"Brat, you court death!" Green flames roared in the Nether Array Envoy's eyes. He knew the final moment had come.

He suddenly bit through his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood dense with deathly energy onto the black reef beneath him!

"By my blood, I summon the dragon soul! Nine Nether Altar, heed my command—Dragon Grudge Baleful Sword, condense!"

The black reef shook violently. At the bottom of Cold Crow Pool, blood light flared fiercely within the colossal dragon corpse's scarlet eyes!

A terrifying power condensed from ten thousand years of dragon resentment and boundless deathly energy was forcibly drawn out by the altar array, rapidly gathering before the Nether Array Envoy into a colossal sword some ten zhang long—pitch-black throughout, its blade entwined with the phantom image of a blood-colored resentful dragon!

Before the giant sword had even fully taken shape, the destructive aura it released had already twisted space and left the distant combatants gasping for breath!

This was clearly a desperate killing move unleashed by the Nether Array Envoy through the resentful power of the dragon corpse! Its might had absolutely reached the threshold