The Battle Between the Black and White Holy Dragons

The blood mist slowly dispersed. Ye Xishui stood motionless at the center of the Blood Sea, her silver hair flying wildly, her plain robes stained with blood.

She raised her eyes and stared straight at Mu En. Complicated emotions born of two hundred years of grudges and entanglements were hidden in her eyes, yet there was not the slightest trace of regret.

The two supreme powerhouses faced each other across the air. The atmosphere was deathly still, and the battlefield had completely stagnated.

Just as Mu En and Ye Xishui remained locked in their standoff—

Deep within the blood mist, Zhongli Wu, who had just withdrawn the might of the Blood Sea Wraith Spear, suddenly tensed.

At the instant that fatal evil spear emerged,

he had already sensed an incomparably pure and abundant aura of light crushing its way over from afar like a withered tree being smashed apart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhongli Wu exhausted his origin power and let out a furious roar.

In an instant, an Ancient Bone Dragon with a body of silver-white bones and jagged ridges burst into existence!

It was Zhongli Wu's final trump card in the original story: a Bone Dragon bearing the Silver Dragon King's blessing, which he had spent several decades obtaining.

The dual elements of wind and fire bestowed by the Silver Dragon King burned fiercely within its dragon eyes.

Its twin wings spread across the sky, firmly blocking the path before Zhongli Wu.

It raised the strongest barrier for him, bringing a trace of stability in the midst of utter despair.

Immediately afterward, two ultimate trump cards detonated in succession!

"Seventh Soul Skill, Grim Reaper Demon Puppet True Body!"

The instant the soul rings lit up, a ten-meter-tall Grim Reaper skeleton materialized in the air.

An endless aura of