Ye Yi looked at the Demon Clan elder holding a pair of shears before him, gestured toward the battlefield, and wore a thick look of mockery. "Impressive posture, but unfortunately, your people's combat strength doesn't seem all that great, does it?"
Watching his disciples fall one after another on the battlefield, the Demon Clan elder was drenched in sweat with anxiety. Yet Ye Yi showed no intention of making a move! Seeing his prized disciple surrounded by dozens of Blade-Arm Mutalisks and teetering on the brink of danger under their frenzied attacks, he gritted his teeth. Whoever struck first would inevitably lose the advantage, but he could wait no longer!
"Boy, whether our combat strength is great or not, you'll find out soon enough. Go, Twin Demon Dragon Refining Shears!" With an angry roar from the Demon Clan elder, the massive shears in his hand soared into the air and expanded in the wind. Demonic energy surged wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into two black flood dragons. Winds followed tigers, clouds followed dragons. The two flood dragons had horns upon their heads, fangs in their mouths, and bodies over a hundred meters long. Entwining around each other, they swept toward Ye Yi.
"These two demon dragons were captured through an array I spent fifty years setting up in the Demon Dragon Abyss. Each one possesses power no weaker than an Earth Demon-stage warrior. I extracted their souls and used the souls of 9,999 humans as fuel, refining them for seven times seven, forty-nine years before finally completing them. Boy, dying beneath my Demon Dragons Play with Pearl means you will die without regrets!" As the demon dragons in the sky grew increasingly powerful, the elder could not help but feel a transcendent sense that, with