Long Dangdang had once seen the Dragon Emperor, whose form was merely so, and far less majestic than Little Eight with his eight heads at this moment.
Although still small compared to the 3,000-meter-tall giant skeleton, at this moment, in terms of momentum, he was no less formidable than the Spectral Saint Mage.
"If that is the case, then let us battle!" the Spectral Saint Mage said coldly, as the gigantic skeleton beneath him suddenly raised its arms, reaching toward Little Eight in the air.
Dark blue massive claw shadows, as if to tear the entire sky apart, instantly enveloped the space around Little Eight's body.
Little Eight let out a massive dragon chant roar, twisting his body, his tail sweeping across in a mighty strike.
"Boom!" The massive roaring sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the entire sky began to tremble, creating massive spatial cracks in the air, like the end of the world.
