Rumble!
Rumble!
Empress Qingyao raised her right hand and reached straight into the True Dragon Secret Realm. As for Jiang Yan, who was trying to slip away nearby, she paid him no attention at all.
He was only an ant, not worth mentioning.
Everyone watched as an enormous palm crossed vast distances and plunged straight into the True Dragon Secret Realm, preparing to fish something out.
"Hm?"
Soon, Empress Qingyao frowned and withdrew her right hand. A trace of blackness now wreathed her once jade-white finger.
It was a mass of mist, thick, pitch-black, and oppressive, seemingly bearing an unimaginably terrifying power of contamination that even Empress Qingyao, a Human Supreme, could not withstand.
Empress Qingyao fell silent. She lowered her gaze, staring at the wisp of black mist on her fingertip, and spoke one word at a time.
"An Evil Wraith?"
"True Dragon, I truly never imagined that, just to keep dragging out your last breaths, just to stay alive, you would destroy your own Supreme Dao Foundation and prepare to become an Evil Wraith."
"You...?"
For the first time, a trace of apprehension appeared in Empress Qingyao's eyes.
"Heh..." A soft chuckle came from the depths of the True Dragon Secret Realm. Then the realm split open, and an enormous creature slowly crawled out.
This was True Dragon, yet his condition was completely different from what everyone had imagined.
Most of the enormous creature's body was still covered in ice-blue scales, but as he emerged, everyone's attention fell on a single scale on his chest.
That scale was black as ink and exuded an intensely concentrated evil power, as though it were the source of all evil in this world, as though it represented a truly terrifying netherworld.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
As True Dragon appeared, the black scale on