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Wrapped in netherworld dragon soul true aura, Yan Choulong abruptly spun to a halt in mid-dive.
His savage slit pupils caught Chen Xiaojun's momentary daze from the searing pain in his sea of consciousness, and his mouth split into a soundless, vicious grin.
He suddenly crossed his claws before his chest, palms facing each other, as though drawing an invisible great bow. Netherworld demonic qi, so dense that it had become tangible and ink-black, collapsed furiously between his claws.
"Secret Art: Demon Dragon Vortex!"
A low roar exploded like thunder rolling through a dragon's nest.
Behind him, the mountain-sized phantom of the Netherworld Demon Dragon suddenly threw back its head in a silent roar, its entire body spinning at its utmost speed.
Its head snapped toward its tail, its claws tearing through space, and in an instant it became a bottomless black vortex of reincarnation that filled their entire field of vision.
The vortex's edges twisted and tore at the light. Within, souls shrieked like ten thousand ghosts weeping together, and the space within a hundred-meter radius instantly became a netherworld purgatory that devoured all life.
The stone slabs beneath Chen Xiaojun, Xixi, and Xiao Yi flew up inch by inch, dragged madly toward the vortex's center by its terrifying suction. A sinister, bone-piercing chill of death burrowed straight into their marrow.
Almost at the very instant the Demon Dragon Vortex took shape-
Hum!
The Shield of Victory in Xixi's hand, shimmering with a golden halo, suddenly shook violently. At its center, the counterclockwise-turning Deep Sea Vortex totem abruptly lit up, releasing a soundless, ancient ao call that seemed to pierce the torrent of time.
That summons rang directly through their souls!