Gradually, those patterns formed the outline of a flood dragon on the talisman paper!
It was not a simple sketch of lines, but a lifelike image of a flood dragon, as though it were about to burst out of the paper.
Dragon head, horns, whiskers, claws, scales, tail—every detail was clearly visible, every scale distinctly layered.
Little Black carved more and more slowly, becoming increasingly cautious.
Its branches trembled faintly, and the thoughts it conveyed became taut and focused.
Inscribing a spirit talisman was already an extremely taxing task, especially when it was about to take shape. It required absolute concentration, with not the slightest room for distraction.
"Buzz—!!!"
At that moment, an eerie black glow suddenly lit up on the talisman paper!
Qin Yan looked over at the sound, only to see that the flood dragon pattern on the talisman paper had come alive!
Black radiance surged from the paper, gathering, rising, and swelling above it—within the blink of an eye, a shadowy black flood dragon had appeared in midair!
The flood dragon was jet-black from head to tail, around three feet long, with a robust body and clearly defined scales.
A pair of sharp dragon horns grew from its head, while two rows of keen fangs protruded from its mouth.
Its limbs were thick and powerful, its claws glinting with cold light.
The flood dragon phantom circled through the air once, opened its mouth, and let out a deep dragon roar.
"Roar—!!!"
Though the sound was not loud, it carried an invisible pressure that echoed through the Blood Demon Nest for a long time.
Then, the flood dragon phantom dove down and plunged into the talisman paper, vanishing from sight.
The black light on the talisman paper gradually receded, and its patterns slowly dimmed, eventually returning it to