"Don't listen to them, only Chaos is the true path."
As the three voices continued their seduction, Mo Fei chuckled.
Power, pureness, or primitiveness.
Mo Fei had his own understanding of power. The Myriad-Color Dragon might seem omnipotent, but being a jack-of-all-trades was not as good as mastering one, effective against fodder, perhaps, but likely to fail against a real powerhouse.
Merging everything to become Chaos sounded seemingly good and strong, but who could know the truth of Sargeras's words? If he did turn into a Chaos Magic Dragon, he might just be falling into a trap.
So far, the Ancient Dragon's path appeared to be the safest.
Mo Fei opened his mouth and unleashed a Thunder Breath, blasting it onto the soul of Eranikus, who let out an angry roar and charged violently towards him.
Unfortunately, a soul would always be just a soul. Without the protection of a physical body, it dissipated quickly under the relentless bombardment of the Thunder Breath.
