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"Old Wang, I'm here!" Yue Qiansong's shout tore through the air.
He, too, was a level 85 Soul Douluo, one of Heavenly Spirit Commandery's foremost experts. Before he arrived, his soul skill had already manifested.
"Eighth Soul Skill-Tortoiseshell Heavy Mountain!"
The sky abruptly darkened. A dusky blue-green tortoiseshell sixty or seventy meters long ripped through the clouds. Ancient runes engraved on its plates lit up one after another, like falling stars.
How was that a tortoiseshell?
It was clearly the carapace of an ancient divine beast, wrapped in chains formed from lightning. Their crackling scorched black scars into the air.
The tortoiseshell plummeted like a meteor, twisting the space in its path into transparent vortices.
Sensing danger, the ice dragon raised its head and spat out one final jet of icy flame. Azure frost collided with the falling tortoiseshell, forming an iceberg a thousand feet tall in midair.
Yet Yue Qiansong gave a cold laugh. The runes on the tortoiseshell suddenly spun madly, and the iceberg crumbled into a sky full of stardust upon contact. Every ice crystal refracted a rainbow halo, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Shatter, damn you!"
The instant the tortoiseshell slammed onto the ice dragon's head, time seemed to stop.
The cold bursting from the ice dragon's scales intertwined with the lightning spilling from the tortoiseshell, forming an enormous cocoon of light.
The next moment, a deafening explosion erupted. The ice dragon dissolved into countless ice-crystal butterflies that scattered in every direction. Tiny lightning patterns marked each icy wing, and as they fell, they became motes of streaming light, adorning the entire sky with a river of stars.
The battle's aftershocks forced Wang Wei back two steps behind his stone wall. Yet he saw that the drifting