"boom!"
the ghost fire soared into the sky, and half of the sky was dark. the black flames were like a group of ghosts, blooming with endless cold light.
the half-human, half-dragon battle saint dragon, long wuji, stood in the center.
with the lightning hammer in his hand and the wind stream greatsword on his back, the violent air current whistled and churned, twisting everything around him.
the morning wind dragon, the ancient void dragon, and the swift wood pond dragon all retreated several thousand meters. the fear that came from their hearts caused them to not dare to interfere in this battle. it was as if even getting close would be life-threatening.
"come on! let's see if your projection of the ancestral dragon is stronger, or if the ancestral weapon refined by the lineage of death is stronger!"
long wuji laughed heartily. he locked onto the supreme presence in front of him and turned into a beam of divine light as he sped away.
