"Though you don't have much True Dragon blood, all that flab of yours has fully merged into your Bloodline Divine Ability. The power it produces really is quite impressive."
Looking at the Flood Dragon before him, now thirty thousand meters long, Lin Hao offered his assessment with a sigh of admiration.
"Human, your strength is indeed formidable, and your talent exceeds mine. You must have some other means at your disposal, but this time, you couldn't escape even if you had wings."
Jiao Yu's voice was exceptionally deep, echoing continuously within the trapping formation he had encircled.
Throughout this pursuit, Lin Hao had never once used his [Demon God] bloodline, merely fighting as he fled.
Thus, even though his Flesh Clone had also synchronized to the middle stage of Divine Transformation, he had not displayed overwhelming strength.
Even his earlier Tornado Sword Formation had been shattered by the many top Divine Transformation Demon Cultivators using the Ten-Thousand-Demon Grand Formation. Now, surrounded once more, he seemed doomed.
"Hmph, you killed so many of us on the battlefield and turned the tide several times, but do you see any members of the Human Clan coming to save you?"
"We're already close to Spirit Moon Valley. If they sent a Magic Ship, they might well be able to escort you away, yet they're leaving you to die."
"You're an ascender, an outsider in the end. Your presence threatens not only us, but quite a few members of your Human Clan too!"
Several other pure-blooded Demon Cultivators surrounding him now spoke words meant to strike at his heart.
Even Lin Hao's earlier fighting retreat had put them under enormous pressure. Quite a few had even been slain while breaking his Tornado Sword Formation.
Despite having driven him into a corner, they still dared not