Yu Xiaogang walked up to the White Python and looked down at the enormous creature. Then he glanced at Luo Sanpao by his feet.
Luo Sanpao raised his round head and gave two soft cries. The lingering sheen on the White Python's body reflected in his round eyes.
Yu Xiaogang bent down, patted him gently on the head, and stepped back twice.
Luo Sanpao's body began to change.
His round torso lengthened and grew taller. His limbs became long and powerful, a pair of golden wings spread from his back, and a curved horn grew from his head. Scales emerged across his skin, gleaming pale gold.
In just a few breaths, the little round creature had become a Sacred Dragon three or four meters tall, covered from head to toe in golden scales.
He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed the dying Ten-Thousand-Year White Python whole.
A pillar of black light shot skyward from Luo Sanpao's body.
A Spirit Ring descended and settled around his massive form.
At the same moment, Yu Xiaogang sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. He drew out his Soul Power and joined it with Luo Sanpao's, resisting the immense force surging from the Black Soul Ring together.
The power of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring erupted without restraint.
His brows knotted. His teeth ground together, and veins bulged across his forehead.
His body began to tremble.
Flender stood three paces away, fists clenched, seven Spirit Rings flickering beneath his feet.
Yu Tianheng stood on the other side, his hands hanging at his sides.
Ye Lin stood directly in front of Yu Xiaogang, his fists clenched too.
Yu Xiaogang's meridians were on the verge of bursting.
The power of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was too great. It felt as though his