Duel of Spells, Taking Action

Ao Guang stood beneath the dim clouds above Ironspine Island. Her silver-white hair streamed behind her in the sea wind, its tips brushing the edges of the deep-silver battle armor over her shoulders. The plates fit her slender figure closely, reflecting a cold sheen amid the artillery flashes.

Her face was now almost indistinguishable from a human's, her features delicate to the point of perfection. Yet thin silver-white scale markings extended diagonally from both temples into her hairline, while her ears were slightly longer than a human's, tapering subtly at the tips.

The instant those slit pupils saw Yang Wenqing, they abruptly widened. Fine golden patterns flowed around the edges of her pupils, the Dragon Clan's instinctive response when judging an opponent.

The air beside her rippled with a faint tremor. Then a slender figure in matching silver armor emerged from the center of the distortion. It was her deputy, Yi Rushuang.

She had clear, elegant features, with black hair gathered neatly behind her head. The dark-silver Mysterious Moon Wheel at her shoulder hovered beside her, slowly rotating. With every turn, an almost imperceptible circle of silver-gray spiritual light spread out and merged into the air between the two women.

When Ao Tai's dragon body climbed up from the side of the high ground, it stirred surging vapor. The instant he rose into the air, he activated both Tide-Sound Rings. The lapis-blue rings in his dragon claws glowed with a dim blue halo, while Yi Xin's presence flickered at his side like a shadow blended into the mist.

Iron Spine's turtle-shell body rose from behind the defensive line, its heavy shell studded with countless deep-sea black iron spikes that gave off a dull gleam in the lingering artillery light. Crosswave stood slightly ahead at Iron Spine's side, his body lean