She was touched on the head and held hands by a stranger, and they practiced together for a year. All of this was because Bai Luo believed that Lin Da was her teacher.
Knowing that this battle was a matter of life and death, Bai Luo didn't want to wait any longer.
"Please tell me the truth," Bai Luo said, each word spoken with utmost seriousness.
Linda, however, was lost in thought and did not answer immediately.
The dragon's aura to the south is exactly the same as Sirin's.
His worst fears came true.
Extreme pollution will cause the witch to lose her original form.
Linda didn't know if her purification abilities could cure the witch in this state.
A chilling killing intent surged within his chest, but Linda stood indifferently in the air, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
Bai Luo's vision blurred; he seemed to see Linda's blue Ice Abyss uniform transform into a pure black trench coat, and the Wind Shadow Sword become the Demon Sword Philo. The two images gradually overlapped.
"Old man!" Bai Luo was so excited that he couldn't contain himself and instinctively called out.
Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by a burst of wild laughter.
Delgon raised his hands as if in worship of a god, and laughed loudly:
"Let you weaklings see the greatest masterpiece of the Dragon's Rest Tomb—the Dragon of Calamity!"
boom!
The enormous black wings whipped up a gale, tearing the clouds into small pieces that drifted rapidly backward.
The Black Bear Man and the other Heavenly Realm cultivators lost their footing and retreated dozens of meters, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests.
Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the south, they immediately paled.
This level of power is at least level 77!
Linda and Bai Luo were also blown about, taking six or seven seconds to come to a stop.
Linda's eyes widened as she looked ahead.
Bai Luo also looked dumbfounded, her cat ears drooping in fear.
What appeared before them was a black dragon.
Its wingspan is a hundred meters, its four legs are like giant pillars, and its black scales gleam coldly.
The dragon raised its head, its dark golden eyes filled with savagery, as if it wanted to destroy everything around it.
As a mythical race, dragons possess inherently higher abilities than other races, though these abilities vary depending on the dragon species. The sacred dragons of royalty can easily overwhelm any other dragon of the same rank (five colors).
The dragon before them, though not of royal lineage, was not far off; it was a species of dragon lost to the annals of history.
—Dark Dragon!
Having failed in his struggle for the throne against the sacred dragon, he was completely erased from the world and never returned to the continent.
However, the fact that the Dark Dragon was able to challenge the authority of the Holy Dragon is enough to demonstrate its power.
No one expected that Delgon would be able to summon a lost ancient race.
"Damn it." The black bear man was too weak to curse anymore.
The vine-wielding monster's eyes flickered, while the large-breasted elf quietly took a few steps back.
No one was confident enough to face a dark dragon that was at least level 77.
"Do you see this? The greatest masterpiece of my Dragon's Rest Tomb!"
Delgon flew to the top of the demon's head, his skull staff pointing at the black bear man: "Go, with dark flames, burn this ugly orc to ashes!"
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