The sky in the Big Ruins always had a faint gray color. There was no obvious difference between spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
It was a chilly spring. Lil' Lan's eyes were dull, and in front of her was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
In the air, Ou Yangming's center of gravity sank, and his stance was completely pulled back. His aura surged endlessly.
Against 2 blood dragons with top-grade cultivation bases, even he had to be careful.
Foreign beasts had also absorbed the power of the Dragons and the Phoenixes, and they had advanced through the vicious cultivation method of devouring blood essence. Their individual combat power was no weaker than the direct descendants of the 3 Dragons and 3 Phoenixes. In fact, they were much stronger than the strength of their fleshly bodies.
Nonetheless, the 2 Blood Horned Dragons descended from the sky and looked at Ou Yangming.
