Quietly Waiting for the Right Moment

Is that all you could do?

When the dragon soul first faced the thunder sword, it had felt somewhat uneasy.

Ye Xiu, Huai Jin, and the other cultivators might have been terrified by the power of the mighty Dragon God within the environment formed by its overflowing spiritual energy, but how could it not feel reverence for that power itself?

This dragon soul was not the divine soul of the Dragon God from the past. The consciousness belonging solely to the ancient dragon race had already vanished into smoke the instant the suppression of heaven and earth descended.

The dragon soul that had now arisen was merely dragon-attributed spiritual energy, forcibly twisted into being through the immense power contained within that dragon body.

Having grown upon a giant's corpse, it revered that past glory all the more.

How could the lingering shadows of the past seen through that environment compare to having truly witnessed the dragon body itself?

It had truly been born before that dragon body had completely dissipated.

Among the wounds on that enormous dragon body—wounds that had stretched across countless millennia without ever healing—four of the five had been left behind by the White Tiger aliens who commanded lightning.

After countless millennia of seas turning to fields and fields to seas, it, a shadow left behind by those ancient aliens, happened upon one who wielded lightning just as it was about to break free.

Though that body was no longer the colossal existence that once blotted out the sky and covered the earth, its grasp and understanding of authority had been recreated exactly as before.

"Die!"

Above the warship, Ye Xiu swung his sword down heavily once more, as though in futile struggle.

It could not block the attack directly, but with its authority over wind and