Demon Transformation

No sooner had he finished speaking than a fist-sized lump of pitch-black flesh appeared in the North Dragon King's hand. Without hesitation, he stuffed it into his mouth.

The black flesh melted the instant it touched the North Dragon King, turning into a dark liquid mixture tinged with crimson that swiftly flowed down his throat and into his body.

"—What a classic scene, but isn't this a little too horrifying for dramatic effect?"

While Yao Wan remained locked in a stalemate with Saint Gen, she noticed the demonic aura wildly surging around Zi Yan. She instinctively glanced over, only to furrow her lovely brows.

The West Dragon King and South Dragon King, whom Zi Yan had wounded earlier, suddenly sensed the surrounding Dou Qi rapidly dissipating and transforming into pitch-black, suffocating demonic aura. Unable to help themselves, they instinctively wanted to flee from that particularly ominous source of calamity.

But by now, it was already too late.

"You two worthless pieces of trash!"

Dense black mist suddenly enveloped the North Dragon King's body. Along with those frenzied words came a roar so maddening that it swept across all of East Dragon Island, causing everyone's heads to throb violently. The slaughter and battle between the two sides were forcibly brought to a halt by the North Dragon King's roar.

Even Yao Wan and Xiao Yan had the Dou Qi within their bodies temporarily suppressed by the North Dragon King's roar, prompting them to frown.

Saint Gen and Saint Kan did not seize the chance to press their advantage. Instead, they immediately retreated to the side of the North Dragon King, whose sudden transformation had taken place, clearly knowing exactly what was happening to him.

Yao Wan lightly furrowed her brows. Even she no longer had the mood to joke around.

"North