Wu Qiming had never thought much of this Black Dragon from the outset. After years in the Eastern Sea, he had seen every sort of dragonkin and slain no small number of them. How powerful could even a dragon several thousand years old be? With his own magic, divine abilities, and magical treasures, he could kill it whenever he pleased without much difficulty.
Shi Feiyang had not revealed his full strength, either. As he fought, he retreated, gradually drawing away from the battlefield. Wu Qiming kept feeling that just a little more effort would finish him off. Even now, with his Physical Body destroyed, he still believed in the boundless mysteries of his three corpse primordial spirits. Once he unleashed his strongest spells, he would surely kill the Black Dragon, reclaim the Mountain-Quelling Treasure Saber, and obtain that Divine Fire Inner Core. He adored that inner core containing five fires so much that his mouth practically watered three feet long!
Thus, rather than fleeing, he continued casting spells to attack.
The three incarnations moved like lightning, taking up a triangular formation. With a slight flicker, they surrounded the Black Dragon's enormous body. Each incarnation formed a different hand seal. At a sharp cry, the winds and clouds instantly changed color, and streams of jade-green flame surged from between their fingers like ripples. Resonating with one another, they linked together, then formed an enormous sphere that trapped the Black Dragon at its center.
At the same time, talismans composed of jade-green flames spewed from their hand seals. Each talisman swelled rapidly the moment it left their hands, eventually reaching over a hundred feet in height. Blazing with green fire, they each embodied a different energy as they struck toward the Black Dragon's body.
Shi Feiyang curled his body into a ball