Ling Zhuo's blood claw collided fiercely with Qing Lin's ice claw. In the end, ice shards scattered everywhere, while the blood claw vanished completely.
There was a one-star gap between Ling Zhuo and Qing Lin, but the Blood-Devouring Soul-Burial Pill continuously stimulated his body, surging with dou qi to support him. There was not a trace of fear in his heart.
"Even a peak Dou Zun—so what? I'll still kill you tonight!"
The Wind Fury Dragon Flame spiraled upward, while another medicinal herb was crushed dry in Ling Zhuo's palm.
Bolstered by Ling Zhuo's seemingly limitless dou qi, the Wind Fury Dragon Flame, carrying violent winds and sand, stirred up a vast sandstorm aimed directly at Qing Lin. Blazing flames and rampaging sand formed a ferocious dragon-shaped beast.
Yet it was not over. The emerald-green source of life, capable of controlling the life and death of vegetation, emerged from the throat of that gigantic fire-and-sand dragon.
Qing Lin gazed ahead, the green radiance in her emerald eyes growing ever brighter. Her small mouth parted slightly, revealing sharp, serpent-like fangs, and a cold breath froze the air before her into ice crystals.
At this moment, the pure, tyrannical royal blood of the Nine Serene Deepground Python that had entered Qing Lin's body was continuously granting her even greater power.
Qing Lin pressed her two fingers together and lightly swept them before her mouth, which was exhaling that cold breath. The unusual white vapor around her fingers vanished without a trace.
From afar, Qing Lin stood barefoot atop ice crystals, with the snowstorm filling the sky serving merely as her backdrop. An absolute aura of royalty emanated from her, and there was little human emotion left in those emerald eyes.
The sight of a young girl confronting a sandstorm dragon was immensely