Qin Shaofeng drew a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing through his eyes.
The aura around him abruptly surged, and a fierce, life-or-death resolve burst from his body. "Twelve Heavenly Mandates!"
Lightning arts condensed into lightning needles once more. Qing Daoxun was still slashing at the monster insects swarming in from all around, but even with her strength, she ultimately could not kill every last one. Quite a few severed limbs had already reached Qin Shaofeng's hem. Even those broken sharp fangs seemed to retain a brief spark of life, tearing away a chunk of his flesh the instant they touched him.
They could still live for a while after dying! Were these things earthworms and lizards or something?!
The dark crimson insect tide was like boiling lava, devouring the ground beneath their feet at a visible speed.
There was no time to hesitate!
Qin Shaofeng heard his junior sister Qing Daoxun's terrified gasps behind him. At this critical moment, he suddenly turned and gripped her shoulder, the lightning flaring in his palm casting flickering light over their surroundings.
Before Qing Daoxun could react, he shoved her a hundred meters away with lightning speed, while he himself remained rooted in place.
"Purple Firmament Divine Lightning! Transform into a dragon!"
Lightning exploded into a dazzling silver radiance amid the vortex of insects, and Qing Daoxun suddenly felt the scorching heat of lightning arts at the back of her neck.
An invisible force swept her through the densely packed insect swarm. The scraping of scales and armor and the buzzing of wings exploded beside her ears. By the time she bit her tongue to force herself awake—she had somehow ended up straddling the head of a flying dragon formed from lightning.
How could she not know what this dragon was? It was