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Above the heavens, ten dragons danced.
Leading them was a strangely shaped dragon, with a head like a tiger, a long and slender body without scales, covered instead in smooth, mottled fur.
This was Hulong, a Hulong whose strength was boundless. As the saying goes, "where the tiger roams, the wind follows," gusts of azure wind swirled around it, howling wildly like the wailing of ghost deities.
The power of the ten dragons subtly formed a kind of bizarre harmony, merging into one. An area of five miles around was enveloped by this domain; an invisible majesty spread out, as though it were the impressive might of the heavens themselves.
"Brothers, charge and kill!"
Hulong revealed a ferocious smile, as a group of dragons dove towards the central Bronze Divine Hall. At this distance, with their powerful innate physique and divine skills, they were already in a position to ensure victory.
