Wang Yang shook his head: "Why bother, Saint Heir? After all, I excel in space techniques. Even if you employ the Symbiotic Blood Spirit, I can still isolate you."
The Demon Clan's Holy Son laughed aloud: "What a joke. You really think your power is heavenly and can separate me from the Blood Spirit? Even the Yang Family's secret techniques are ineffectual against our Demon Clan, let alone you?"
What Wang Yang said just now was only a casual remark.
Indeed, it was impossible to isolate the Symbiotic Blood Spirit and the Demon Clan's Holy Son, as this power originated from within him.
"The Saint Heir is right. Although I can't accomplish this feat, however..."
A smile hung at the corner of Wang Yang's mouth, and the seal gesture in his hand changed once again.
Floating patterns hovered in mid-air, transforming into little dragons.
