Around every part of its body, magical elements as tangible as the corporeal formed without the need for any incantations, a pale purple elemental shield had already appeared around it.
Ma Liang raised his head, gazed at the Silver Dragon in the sky, and with his arms outstretched upward, he shouted loudly, "Silver Dragon, my soul, I command you as the summoner, Sacrificial Skill."
Another resonant dragon cry sounded, but this time it was no longer clear and piercing, instead carrying a hint of mournfulness. The Silver Dragon stretched its wings as wide as possible once again, with clusters of elemental flames bursting forth from its body, forming a six-colored aura, turning into the most dazzling flames.
