As Baili Changhong's voice fell, the long blade suddenly came down, aimed directly at the largest of the three Mirage Dragons below.
The blade crashed down viciously, and the terrifying aura upon it split the sea below apart, sending countless towering waves smashing in every direction.
Another tremendous boom rang out as the blade struck the Mirage Dragon's neck. In an instant, its enormous head was severed from its body.
Blood dyed the sea red. The waters of the Black Sea had been black to begin with, and soaked in blood, they became even darker.
Ye Lin, standing in the distance, watched the scene without the slightest change in expression.
He knew this matter could not possibly end so simply.
After all, the other two Mirage Dragons were watching them with mocking looks on their faces.
Yet an unbelievable scene unfolded. The Mirage Dragon whose head had been severed became lively once more, and even its detached head began to heal.
"Hahaha, foolish ants! A mayfly trying to shake a tree—overestimating yourselves! Go on, keep going."
"You've done nothing more than scratch an itch for me. Once I break this damned grand formation, I'll make you beg for life but be unable to die."
The Mirage Dragon whose head had previously been cut off laughed loudly.
Yet the expressions of Baili Changhong and the other two did not change in the slightest. Baili Changhong in particular showed no sense of defeat; instead, a cold sneer appeared on his face.
The long blade slowly rose into the heavens once more.
"You three Mirage Dragons were born within this Black Sea. Most of your power comes from the Black Sea itself, and you cultivate by drawing upon the turbid qi within it."
"Every time you are cut down, you consume a vast