"So strong!"
Yang Ming stared intently at the figure enveloped in Solar True Fire that filled the sky. His black robe with golden patterns fitted his burly, bear-like frame perfectly, while his wild black hair danced freely behind his head, like black snakes swaying with their savage mouths wide open.
Those eyes, seemingly inset with rainbow gemstones, held not a trace of the emotion a living creature should possess. There was only utter indifference and the unwavering resolve of a machine carrying out its orders to the end.
Yang Ming lowered his head and glanced at his palm. A deep scorch mark remained there.
After several rounds of bloodline purification and inheriting the power of the Dragon God's Image, Black Dragon Di Tian had ascended as a new god. His flesh had long since transcended the ordinary, making him a walking divine artifact. The hardness of his palm alone was enough to drive every Power Attack System Spirit Master in the world to despair. Even the lightning of a heavenly tribulation could not breach his defenses!
Yet now, he had actually been injured!
There was no denying that Black Dragon Di Tian Clone was truly powerful. He had perfectly copied almost every ability of this Six Paths Puppet, Black Dragon Di Tian.
Clearly, however, their earlier clash was not enough to make Black Dragon Di Tian Clone stop. His sole reason for existing was to obstruct anyone who dared attempt to pass the Dragon God Nine Trials!
"Whoosh!"
With a single step, Black Dragon Di Tian Clone vanished from his spot again.
His blistering movement exceeded ten times the speed of sound, instantly compressing and bursting the surrounding air into a chain of explosive rings that thundered toward Yang Ming.
Dark divine power and flame divine power gathered in Black