"Whoa! Evil Soul Masters!"
Jing Hongchen jolted awake and looked skyward in terror, only to see an enormous black dragon head crashing down.
The Dark Dragon Emperor, Long Xiaoyao!
My life is over!
Alarm surged through Jing Hongchen. A red barrier had already lit up around him-his proud creation, Hongchen Longing.
But against a Limit Douluo, even a Ninth-Level Soul Tool gave him no guarantee of survival.
Just then, a streak of black light emerged from the void. It, too, was the silhouette of a black dragon, but it was far larger than Long Xiaoyao.
Roar-!
The entire sky turned dark. A resounding dragon's roar rang out, and a terrifying bloodline pressure descended from above.
The battlefield, ablaze with fighting a second earlier, abruptly fell still. Countless people raised their heads to gaze at the heavens.
A true black dragon soared among the clouds. Before him, Long Xiaoyao's Martial Soul Avatar looked far too small.
"Beast God Di Tian!"
Kong Deming's expression changed in shock, and he drew the Royal Soul Engineer Corps in front of him as a shield.
Fortunately, Di Tian was not targeting him. A dark dragon claw descended, swatting at the Dark Holy Dragon that Long Xiaoyao had become.
"Roar-!!!"
The Dark Holy Dragon threw back his head and roared. Fearless even before the Beast God, he lashed out with his claws, and the two dark dragon claws collided.
Yet although both were Limit Douluos and both belonged to the Dark Dragon Clan, the Dark Holy Dragon proved too fragile to withstand a single blow from that claw.
Bang! Bang, bang!
Long Xiaoyao's Martial Soul Avatar shattered piece by piece like a mirror. A moment later, he had been beaten back into human form.
The true black dragon descended from the heavens. Only then did everyone