"Seven-Colored Power?"
It was Qin Shaofeng's first casual attack, yet it had directly triggered the Seven-Colored Inheritance.
The doubt in his heart instantly reached its peak.
Just as he was puzzled, the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon had already retaliated.
It merely swept its tail.
Anything within the range of that sweep—whether beasts or several unlucky Yang Soul Squad warriors—was flung away by the familiar blow.
In the blink of an eye.
That enormous serpent tail was already crashing down toward Qin Shaofeng.
The Crimson Winged Poison Dragon possessed a body comparable to a giant python, half a zhang thick and dozens of zhang long.
That simple tail sweep alone gave Qin Shaofeng the feeling that Mount Tai was bearing down on his head.
"Be careful, sir!"
Several Yang Soul Squad warriors closest to Qin Shaofeng rushed over at once.
They all knew full well that they were no match for the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon.
But at this moment.
They resolutely unleashed their strongest techniques.
Without the slightest hesitation, without half a moment's doubt.
Before Qin Shaofeng and the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon could clash, they had already struck first at the tail sweeping toward him.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The sounds of blood spraying rang out one after another.
Yet Qin Shaofeng no longer had any mind to spare for them.
That tail sweep from the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon made his heart tremble.
He truly did not know.
What sort of fate awaited him if he took that tail sweep head-on.
The entire Yang Soul Squad erupted.
In that fearless, death-defying state, their combat strength soared severalfold.
This meant that although they still could not withstand the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon's attack, their successive strikes weakened the power of its tail sweep by ninety percent.
Even so.
Qin Shaofeng