The sixth tide!
The seventh tide!
The eighth tide!
The ninth tide!
The torrent of molten lava had never stopped. It only grew fiercer.
Xiao Yan sent his five Heavenly Flames into battle one after another, unleashing every property they possessed. Yet before the West Dragon King's palms, they could not advance an inch. He intercepted them all.
Every wave of fire around him had been suppressed. Only the seven-colored mist he had released remained. This was the West Dragon King's true strength. This was the fighting power of a top warrior of the dragon clan!
"What? Is that all?"
After taking two Heaven Class Dou Techniques from Xiao Yan, the West Dragon King had consumed a fair amount of Dou Qi. But his eyes burned with fervor as he stared straight at Xiao Yan, making no effort to hide his murderous intent. "Since you've run out of tricks, it's my turn!"
"Heaven Class Dou Technique: Scale Armor Storm!"
At the West Dragon King's command, the colored mist that had hung motionless to one side, seemingly useless, began gathering into clumps. It gradually took on solid form, and when the clumps came together, Xiao Yan saw that they had formed scales like those of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan.
Once formed, the scales rapidly spread through the space around the West Dragon King. Drawn by the Dou Qi at their core, they spun like a tornado. With the West Dragon King himself at its eye, an astonishing storm took shape in the blink of an eye and bore straight toward Xiao Yan!
Facing the sudden storm, Xiao Yan let out a soft breath.
He roused every Heavenly Flame within him once more. Black, blood-red, and purple flames blazed, and his body merged into them, becoming part of the fire!
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