Ying Chenglin and Zhang Boyant were both growing increasingly anxious, desperately intensifying their offensives.
However, at this moment, the advantage of Taiheng destroying their Dharma Treasures had become apparent. The two repeatedly bombarded him using their Mana, raising bursts of radiant rosy clouds, but were ultimately unable to break through his protective Scripture Scroll. They could only watch helplessly as he reconstituted his Nascent Soul.
Under normal circumstances, he would have retreated when the tide of battle turned unfavorable, but within this small realm, where could he possibly escape to?
At this point, they had no choice but to hold their ground.
Moments passed, and the black Qi surrounding the Nascent Soul began to dissipate. What lay within caused everyone's hearts to sink, leaving them speechless with shock.
The Nascent Soul, originally a half-demon, half-flood dragon, had undergone a dramatic transformation.
