Qin Shaofeng looked up and saw eight enormous dragons standing like towering ramparts, firmly guarding the gap in the scales.
The central thunder dragon was even more imposing, its head raised high, its bearing extraordinary.
Those enormous dragon eyes brimmed with disdain and contempt...
Qin Shaofeng's expression turned grave and solemn. Then he sensed the immortal power within him flowing away at a startling rate, like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam.
Too much time had already been spent, and more than half his immortal power had been drained. At this rate, he and his junior sister would be doomed beyond salvation, their souls truly perishing here!
If he could not find a way to break the deadlock, he and his companion would have only one road left: death, falling into an abyss from which there was no return through ten thousand calamities.
Qin Shaofeng's gaze swept across the nine mighty dragons within the crack in the scales. Gritting his teeth, he hardened his heart.
"Looks like I can only risk my life!"
Right now, if he did not risk his life, death was certain!
If he did, there was at least a sliver of hope!
"It can only be this way!"
In an instant, Qin Shaofeng's fingertips flashed like lightning as they swiftly cut across his palm.
In the next moment, a streak of blood-red light appeared, while his fingertips slowly began to glow with a dim golden radiance.
Then he took a deep breath, his movements utterly resolute, and tapped twelve acupoints on his body one by one.
"Twelve Heavenly Mandates!"
Seeing this from within the crack in the scales, Qing Daoxun cried out in alarm.
"Senior Brother!"
"Have you gone mad?!"
Qing Daoxun's eyes were filled with shock and worry.
Naturally, she knew of the secret art