"Every craft has its specialist," Xu Lang said as tombstones crashed down from the sky.
Rumble!
The Shepherded Soul tombstones struck with devastating force, each bearing a different trait. Some were sharp as blades, some heavy as mountains, and others trailed billowing yellow sand.
The martial artists scattered on instinct, breaking their formation.
At the same time, the world began to change color.
The scorched earth faded away. Black rock and volcanoes emerged, as though they were inside a vast volcanic crater!
The Charred Corpse Strange Tales vanished, replaced by one dragon roar after another!
Western dragons soared overhead. Every roar was a powerful mental attack. Some martial artists leaping between stone pillars nearly fell when the sound caught them midair!
"What are those creatures?"
A man in an azure flood-dragon robe stared in horror.
He was Zhao Shengqi, a marquis of the Great Yin Dynasty, renowned for his diligence in war and breadth of learning. He had campaigned across the land and seas and seen countless rare beasts, but never anything so strange.
They looked like giant lizards with wings.
Dragons were familiar to modern people, but utterly alien to them, even more astonishing than the Strange Tales.
Just then, a fire dragon swooped down and spewed flames!
Zhao Shengqi dodged at full speed, then thrust a palm skyward. A True Essence palm strike slammed squarely into the fire dragon.
The blow knocked the dragon off course. It roared and kept attacking.
Zhao Shengqi's face darkened. As he battled the huge creature, he quickly worked out a strategy.
"Listen up! These beasts are like the fiends we faced earlier. Punches and kicks won't work without True Essence behind them. And their bodies are incredibly tough—they have no weak points!"
Dragon Purgatory had plenty of stone pillars, and the Great