As Shen Luo chanted, an incomparably brilliant green light suddenly rose from his body, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look at him directly. He resembled a small green sun as he prepared to unleash a divine ability.
Just then, however, a black cloud that blotted out the sky and sun suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead. It swept toward them with incredible speed, reaching them in the blink of an eye, and a pitch-black dragon claw the size of a house descended from above to seize Shen Luo.
Nie Caizhu reacted extremely quickly. Golden light flashed from the great bow in her hands, and a golden arrow over ten feet long shot out, piercing the black dragon claw as easily as puncturing paper.
Boom!
The giant golden arrow immediately exploded, tearing the black dragon claw apart.
Yet five pitch-black talons shot from the dragon claw, passed through Nie Caizhu's defenses, and struck the protective barrier of Shen Luo's Thousand-Dipper Golden Goblet with a thunderous crash.
Shen Luo was hurled backward. Protected by the Thousand-Dipper Golden Goblet, he suffered no injury, but his spellcasting was interrupted.
His expression darkened, and he spread his five fingers, sweeping his hand through the air.
Three Pure Yang Swords shot from his fingertips, transforming into three blazing sword streaks a thousand feet long that slashed into the black cloud...
Faint images of Golden Crows appeared within the sword streaks. All three flying swords bore Golden Crow Sword Spirits, as though three Primordial Golden Crows had been reborn. They ripped through the black cloud like rotten wood and withered grass, evaporating most of it.
A black flood dragon emerged from the torn cloud. Its body was over a thousand feet long, and a powerful aura of darkness swirled around it, far surpassing that