A snake's body, a fish's scales, an eagle's claws, pointed horns on its head, a horse's face, a rabbit's eyes...
These were the features of a dragon.
The figure that appeared in Li Ling's mind seemed to be a flood dragon. It had only a single pair of claws at the front, straight, pointed horns, and smooth, delicate scales.
Yet its formidable majesty was already apparent. Wreathed in white light, it rode the clouds and mist, its enormous physical body enveloped in the phantom of a true dragon's dharma form stretching dozens of miles. Its towering dharma body spanned heaven and earth.
Boundless torrential rain poured down as though the heavens had collapsed.
Rivers ran wild and waves surged. Along both banks of the Great Lin River, endless floods swallowed houses and farmsteads.
A young man's shrill voice, brimming with malice, rang through the clouds: "Hahahaha, **, what can you do to me?"
Li Ling frowned slightly.
He felt as though he had crossed the long river of time and witnessed a scene that had truly unfolded between heaven and earth thousands upon thousands of years ago.
What puzzled him, however, was that something in the flood dragon's voice seemed to have been erased out of thin air, distinctly vanishing without a trace.
The flood dragon soared, summoning wind and rain, and countless streaks of watery radiance transformed into sword light that swept wildly toward the sky.
Li Ling saw no opponent in this scene, yet the flood dragon seemed to be fighting someone. Not only had he unleashed Dharma-Form Transformation, but all his dharma power and vital blood were surging as well. He held nothing back in his attacks.
The flood dragon seemed to be battling empty air. All manner of grand, earthshaking divine abilities and spells bombarded it