As the black Dragon Scissors blazed with black light, the two black flood dragons seemed to come alive. Entwining with each other, they opened their jaws wide and shredded everything to pieces, whether it was the starlight descending from above or the attacks of those python-headed, human-bodied monsters.
The Dragon Scissors suddenly trembled, and in the next moment, they appeared a hundred zhang away and snapped shut viciously.
Spiritual light flashed wildly in that direction as Kailandir abruptly appeared, his face filled with shock. Only by conjuring layer upon layer of dense light shields with the staff in his hand did he block the razor-sharp Dragon Scissors.
"How did you become so strong?" he gritted out. Disregarding the injuries within his body that had yet to recover, he tapped several points on himself in rapid succession.
His body swelled wildly to more than ten zhang tall, diamond-shaped blue crystal plates emerging across his skin. His aura rose again, turning him into something like a blue giant. He had clearly activated the Primordial Crystal Manifestation unique to high-ranking Sea Race cultivators.
His staff sent forth wave after wave of sharp blade shadows, yet he still could not suppress the Dragon Scissors and remained at a disadvantage.
At this moment, another large group of Sea Race guards surged into the hall.
Yet before long, just as these dozens of third- and fourth-tier high-ranking Sea Race cultivators were about to attack, it was as though they had encountered something terrifying. Ferocious expressions twisted their faces, and then their bodies were pierced through by the myriad silver threads shot out by that whisk.
The whisk magic treasure then joined the assault on Kailandir, leaving him in even graver danger.
*This is bad. This man is far too strong. I can't hold him off alone.