Qin Shaofeng's eyes lit up at her words. He carefully recalled the Nine Dragons' attacks from before and confirmed that it was indeed so.
How had he failed to notice that just now? Qin Shaofeng attributed it to having been too focused on the strange anomaly deep within the scale he had torn open with lightning arts, completely overlooking this flaw.
To confirm whether his junior sister's observation was correct, Qin Shaofeng attacked again. After dozens of exchanges, he indeed found that the thunder dragons attacked in that rhythm!
Qin Shaofeng and Qing Daoxun seized the opening and struck at the same time.
The lightning sword in Qin Shaofeng's hand blazed brilliantly as he unleashed the strongest sword art he had comprehended in the mortal world;
Qing Daoxun's white immortal sword transformed into a streak of white light, merging with Qin Shaofeng's attack as it shot toward the central thunder dragon.
"Roar—"
The central thunder dragon let out an enraged roar, its dragon claw slamming forward to collide with their attack.
The powerful impact kicked up a hurricane, scattering even the surrounding clouds.
Qin Shaofeng and Qing Daoxun were blasted away by the aftershock and crashed onto the ground, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
"This can't go on!" Qin Shaofeng supported his junior sister as they struggled to their feet. After wiping away the blood at his lips, he suddenly heard something—
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
"Senior Brother, did you hear something?" Qing Daoxun wiped the blood from her mouth and warily watched the roiling mass of thunder dragons.
Both Qin Shaofeng and his junior sister Qing Daoxun were drenched in blood, cut thoroughly sorry figures. The prolonged battle had nearly drained a third of their strength, yet the nine dragons before them still barred