Squeak.
The Golden Winged Eagle let out a piercing screech. In the blink of an eye, a golden spear, radiant and sharp, hurtled towards Jiang Chengxuan, aimed directly at his brow. Its terrifying force twisted the very air into spiraling vortexes, an ominous prelude to destruction.
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the Green Flood Dragon and the Nine-Tailed Civet joined the fray. The flood dragon produced a round bead, entirely emerald green, that suddenly emitted strands of green light, enveloping Jiang Chengxuan
This green light had the effect of solidifying the Dharmic power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
As long as one was enveloped, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would have their Dharmic power stagnate for a period of time.
Ding dang dang—
There was a crisp sound.
