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High in the sky.
Moments earlier, Yan Wushuang's Demon Dragon body had been as black as an abyss. Savage power surged beneath his scales like torrents of ink-dark lava, and every swipe of his claws carried a space-rending roar, demonic flames billowing to the heavens.
His Demon Dragon attributes were darkness, destruction, fire (demonic flames), and dragon.
The Yan Family's Demon Dragons were rather interesting, really.
The attributes awakened with their Demon Dragons were not entirely fixed. Aside from darkness and dragon, the other attributes were... random.
Of course, they were all negative attributes, drawn from a largely fixed pool: devouring, death, destruction, netherworld, yin cold, demonic flames, shadow, and a few others.
Their inheritance somewhat resembled the Long Family's, with dragon souls at its core.
In fact, the two shared deep roots.
Opposite him, Leng Qingqiu's longsword, condensed from the cloud vapor of the highest heavens, seemed to carry both the weight of mountains and rivers and the ethereal vastness of an endless starry sky.
When her sword rose, it flashed like a startled swan, then vanished into the boundless sea of clouds without a trace.
When her sword fell, it swept like a divine dragon's tail, stirring ripples through space that sealed every direction.
Every devastating charge Yan Wushuang launched was deflected or diverted by that seemingly weightless Cloud Sword, or forcibly blocked by space suddenly twisting and contracting.
Leng Qingqiu herself melted into the clouds and mist, impossible to distinguish between substance and illusion!
Damn this space! And this shitty, star-like soul power!
Yan Wushuang cursed inwardly, malice churning in his dragon eyes.
This old woman had immersed herself in sword intent for years, bringing her Mountains and Rivers Sword