Even his deepest instincts seemed to reach out, as though a voice were urging Mirai to strike directly at his opponent with his sword!
"Calm down... calm down!"
Mirai clutched himself. Though he had already calmed down, his heart was beginning to surge with excitement, and he roared loudly. At that moment, Thunder Dragon had already reached his battlefield.
"Go!"
Killing intent flashed through Yin-Yang Death God's eyes. His slender finger pointed at Thunder Dragon on the water's surface, and the dark clouds stirred, but made no other move.
Just as the dark clouds fell silent, Thunder Dragon, which was attacking Yin-Yang Death, was less than twenty meters away across the water...
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out. A patch of black cloud behind Yin-Yang Death suddenly dispersed, followed by a tremendous, faint knock that seemed to sigh from behind.
After the head of the Soul Dragon emerged, it obeyed Yin-Yang Death God's command and charged straight at the waterborne Thunder Dragon.
Boom.
It was much like Yin-Yang Death's imagination. Everywhere struck by the Soul Dragon vanished without a trace. No matter what it was, under the Soul Dragon's impact, it would turn to ash.
"Oh, I thought the little mouse would give me some surprise. Unexpectedly, it's still so disappointing."
Yin-Yang Death God revealed a sickly smile, then pointed toward the dragon's back again. The Soul Dragon immediately moved out, taking the initiative to strike the dragon that had yet to reach the battlefield.
At that moment, Yin-Yang Death did not watch the Soul Dragon strike the giant dragon. Instead, he suddenly looked up, frowning as his breathing became slightly hurried.
"Tribal Tiger... how... heavens... you... this power belongs to me... why, why are you suppressing it..."
Yin-Yang Death God had only been slightly out of breath at first,