The Black Dragon's furious roar echoed throughout the high tower, lingering on the top floor, refusing to dissipate. Its cry was tinged with a sharp, agonizing pain that went beyond mere anger.
Yang Chan watched from the side, his hand gripping a Long Sword, ready to strike at any moment.
Flying Needles had already pierced the Black Dragon's body. They were embedded in its eyes, Reversed Scale, and heart, penetrating deep and causing its aura to weaken considerably.
Even a Soul Body was not invincible. If weakened little by little, it could still be completely worn away.
Yang Chan was well aware of this when he attacked.
"You lowly human cur! When I escape, I will pin you beneath the Nine Netherworld and torment you with the Nine Nether Qi until you die screaming in agony as your soul dissipates!"
It wasn't that the Black Dragon didn't want to dodge Yang Chan's attacks. But whenever it tried to move, the chains held it fast, making evasion impossible.
