Dragon Shift Shadow

The Thorn Dragon's pair of brilliant golden pupils were filled with murderous intent toward the intruders.

A soul beast with four thousand years of cultivation already possessed significant intelligence and a strong sense of territoriality.

It and the Dark Demon Evil Tiger were originally the two great kings of this mountain range, dividing the territory between north and south and dominating the entire mountain for nearly a thousand years.

Given the strength of the two beasts, they were not weaklings in the entire intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform; they held a firm place and no soul beast had ever dared to provoke them lightly.

It wasn't until ten years ago that a Diamond Mammoth invaded forcefully, breaking this balance. The Dark Demon Evil Tiger, unable to match the brute strength of the Diamond Mammoth, was forced to retreat into the territory of the Thorn Dragon.

The three formed a delicate balance. With the Diamond Mammoth as a formidable enemy at its side, the Thorn Dragon dared not engage the Dark Demon Evil Tiger in a full-scale battle, and could only resign itself to the other party taking half of its territory.

For the past ten years, the Thorn Dragon and the Dark Demon Evil Tiger would join forces every so often to try and expel the outsider, the Diamond Mammoth. Today was supposed to be the day the three beasts fought again by tacit agreement, but unexpectedly, before they even reached the border of their territory, a human soul master suddenly struck.

Not far away, the Diamond Mammoth and the Dark Demon Evil Tiger, those two old rivals, were also engaged in a fierce battle. Clearly, they had been confronted by three humans all at once.

Between soul beasts and humans, there was a hatred that sought the extinction of the other's race; now that they had met, one side had to fall.

"Roar—"

The Thorn Dragon let out another low hiss. The barbs on its scales stood up completely, and the thorn soul power swirling around its body surged madly, transforming into countless fine, poisonous needles that shot toward Na'er like a rainstorm.

At the same time, the thorn meteor hammer at the end of its tail gathered power, carrying the force of a Thousand Jun, and smashed fiercely toward Na'er.

The spikes on the meteor hammer glinted with a cold light. The Thorn Dragon attempted to use both poison and heavy strikes to crush the human girl before it in one blow.

Na'er's expression was indifferent. The power of space around her body erupted suddenly, and the space within three feet distorted, forming an invisible barrier.

Those fine poisonous needles were swallowed by the spatial rifts the moment they approached, unable to even stain the hem of her clothes with a trace of poison.

Facing the heavy tail-hammer strike of the Thorn Dragon, Na'er turned her wrist slightly, holding the Silver Dragon Spear horizontally in front of her to block it steadily.

"Clang!"

The piercing sound of metal clashing instantly shook the forest. A massive shockwave struck, and Na'er used the momentum to fly backward.

Her posture was elegant, and she remained completely unharmed.

The Thorn Dragon also possessed spatial attributes. Seeing this, the murderous intent in its eyes grew even stronger. A flash of light appeared on its body, and it actually used spatial power to teleport, appearing behind Na'er. The meteor hammer on its tail had already finished gathering power and smashed toward Na'er again, sealing off all her room for evasion.

The sharp sound of breaking air was close at hand, but Na'er was unhurried. Three purple soul rings suddenly rose beside her, and the second soul ring shone brilliantly.

The next second, Na'er's figure flickered and vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace behind.

Almost simultaneously, spatial fluctuations occurred around the Thorn Dragon. Na'er, holding the Silver Dragon Spear, suddenly split into two. The two figures shared the same aura, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Following that, the two figures split again—two became four, four became eight. In the blink of an eye, eight identical figures of Na'er appeared, firmly surrounding the Thorn Dragon in the center.

Silver Dragon Spear second soul skill, Dragon Shift Shadow!

As a spatial soul skill, the spatial division of Dragon Shift Shadow was extremely devious. Silver spatial ripples undulated in layers; not only was it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, but the true body could also swap positions with the clones at will.

"Gu!?"

The Thorn Dragon's golden dragon pupils were filled with dullness and confusion. It could not distinguish which one was the real Na'er at all. Its originally violent eyes were now visibly panicked.

It was extremely sensitive to auras and sensed soul power fluctuations behind it, so it instantly turned its body. But after turning, there were still figures of Na'er behind it. With enemies on all sides, it was at a loss.

In desperation, the thorn barbs on the Thorn Dragon's body stood up again, and dense poisonous needles shot out in all directions indiscriminately, attempting to find Na'er's true body.

However, the eight Na'er figures flickered, dodging all the poisonous needles in an instant, remaining unscathed.

The Thorn Dragon's pupils contracted suddenly, like a frightened bird. It kept spinning in place, its dragon scales tensed, fearing that Na'er would launch a surprise attack from some corner.

Watching the Thorn Dragon's pathetic appearance as it spun around like a headless fly, Na'er's lips curled slightly, her eyes full of playfulness.

Immediately after, the eight figures channeled their soul power simultaneously. The soul power connected, quietly outlining a formation.

Na'er had long since mastered Dragon Shift Shadow to perfection. Now, feeling playful, she actually wanted to bring the "Flying Thunder God" technique from games into reality, wanting to take this opportunity to experiment with her own "Self-Created Soul Skill."

In an instant, all eight Na'ers moved at once.

Dragon roars echoed and intertwined, and the sound of breaking air was continuous. Space distorted slightly as the figures shuttled through it, causing deep silver ripples to emerge.

In just a blink of an eye, the Thorn Dragon was covered in wounds of varying depths. Its dragon scales shattered, blood seeped out, and its originally ferocious appearance became wretched.

Na'er had kept her aura restrained earlier, which was why the Thorn Dragon had dared to provoke her so insolently.

Now, within the "Flying Dragon God" formation, bursts of dragon roars resounded through the forest. The dragon might on Na'er erupted completely, and an overwhelming pressure crushed down toward the Thorn Dragon.

As a subspecies of the dragon race, obeying a higher-order dragon was an instinct hidden deep within the Thorn Dragon's bloodline. Now, suppressed by the dragon might, its blood nearly froze, its brain completely shut down, and it lost all ability to think or resist, leaving it to be slaughtered.

A moment later, Na'er had played enough. The seven clones dissipated, leaving only her true body standing with the spear.

Looking at the Thorn Dragon, it was now covered in wounds, most of its bone spikes were broken, its dragon scales were shattered, and the blood on its body had congealed into scabs, turning it completely into a blood dragon.

Its eyes were filled with fear, its whole body trembling, its fighting spirit gone; even standing had become difficult.

Na'er looked at the Thorn Dragon, which had no power to resist, and curled her lips in boredom.

It could only be said that when it came to fighting the Thorn Dragon, Na'er knew how to pick her opponents.

Just then, a soul beast with a body as large as a small hill flew backward out of the nearby dense forest, crashing through countless ancient trees along the way. Broken branches flew everywhere, and it finally smashed heavily onto the ground a dozen meters away from the Thorn Dragon.

The soul beast shook the ground, sending dust flying into the air.

"An Lan!"

The Lan-Na-Hui trio was bravely storming the intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform. Na'er recognized the origin of this soul beast at a glance, and a brilliant smile instantly bloomed on her face.

She waved the Silver Dragon Spear in her hand toward the dense forest, her tone filled with affection.

Amidst the broken trees and ruins, a handsome youth stepped out slowly—who else could it be but An Lan?

The An Lan of today had grown into his frame, shedding the immaturity of childhood, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

His pupils, influenced by his martial soul, now glowed with a crimson hue similar to Yuanen Yehui, yet they were deeper, more bewitching, and far more soul-stirring!