On the battlefield, everyone’s faces were grave.
The Tier Eight Demon General is inherently formidable, and now it has shown a bizarre ability to absorb its kind and restore itself, making it a truly difficult enemy.
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it."
Jitai’s steady voice echoed across the ice plains, instantly pulling everyone’s distracted minds back.
Everyone nodded slightly; the Royal Family Ji has a legacy of thousands of years, and the Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline is the foremost of the Nine Great Holy Bloods. They believe Jitai can co up with a solution to the problem.
Without further hesitation, they turned back and re-engaged in the slaughter with the demons.
In mid-air, Jitai’s gaze was locked onto the Demon General who had stood up again, his mind racing with strategies.
Dealing with such resilient enemies ans cutting off its recovery paths—either annihilate it with absolute power, or suppress it to ensure the speed of destruction far exceeds its recovery.
"Buzz—"
Jitai stepped onto the void, the dragon fla on his golden spear soaring three feet, with strands of sacred golden light mixed within—the unique dragon fla of the Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline.
He shot towards the Demon General like an arrow off the string, the spear tip aid directly at its chest hole.
The Demon General roared and swung its claws to block, with ice armor instantly condensing half a foot thick on its giant claws, the blue lines bursting with dazzling light.
At the mont of collision, the dragon fla wrapped around the Demon General’s arm like a persistent tumor, lting the ice armor at a discernible speed, producing sizzling sounds.
The Demon General winced in pain yet advanced instead of retreating, another giant claw reaching for Jitai’s waist, with black demon energy condensing into blades at the claw tips.
Jitai spun to evade, the spear shaft sweeping across, striking the Demon General’s neck with dragon fla, leaving only a scorched mark.
Borrowing montum to flip back, the dragon spear pierced the ground fiercely, the golden dragon fla flowed along the spear and into the ice plain, exploding the ice layer, and countless ice spikes with dragon’s might shot up, encircling the Demon General.
The Demon General roared in rage, crashing into the ice spikes, shattering them upon its scales, it opened its giant mouth to spray black demon mist, attempting to obscure Jitai’s vision.
But as the demon mist touched the dragon fla, it was burned into nothingness.
"Holy Dragon Fist!"
At this point, Jitai changed tactics, clenched his fists, and the aura of the Golden Holy Dragon frantically gathered, with a golden dragon shadow dozens of ters long erging behind, dragon scales sparkling, dragon whiskers fluttering, each scale burning with golden flas.
He punched fiercely, the golden dragon shadow issued a resounding dragon roar, with the power of burning mountains and boiling seas rushing towards the Demon General.
The Demon General crossed its arms in front as a shield, intertwining ice armor and demon energy, yet was pushed back repeatedly by the golden dragon, its feet plowing two deep trenches on the ice plain.
As the fist’s power exploded, the Demon General’s shield shattered, the golden dragon collided with its chest, dragon fla engulfing its body.
The Demon General let out a harrowing shriek, its entire body wrapped in golden flas, flesh sizzling and quickly carbonizing and peeling, soon exposing stark white bones.
Seeing this, the surrounding demons transford into black water and rushed towards it but were burned to smoke upon approaching the dragon fla, unable to get close.
"Victory!"
Seeing this scene, everyone’s hearts settled; as long as the Demon General can’t absorb power to recover, it won’t withstand the erosion of the golden dragon fla. But the next second, a strange change occurred.
The dragon fla burning the Demon General started to retract mysteriously, as if so force absorbed part of it.
Qin Tian stared with fixed eyes, his brow suddenly furrowing.
On the exposed bones of the Demon General, fine golden lines appeared—those lines were the sa as the dragon fla’s aura! "It’s absorbing the Golden Dragon Fla power, evolving itself!"
Soone exclaid in shock.
This statent exploded like thunder, causing everyone’s complexion to change dramatically.
Though the Golden Dragon Fla isn’t as domineering as the Xiao Family’s Heaven Burning Fire, it firmly ranks as a top-tier fla; even Holy Blood suffers greatly from its touch. But who could have expected that this Tier Eight Demon General could resist the dragon fla in such a short ti and even absorb its power.
This physique is truly terrifying.
The burning speed of the flas on the Demon General slowed, under the carbonized muscle, new tissues visibly grew, and over the new flesh, faint golden light started to spread, a more formidable aura began to emanate.
Seeing this, Jitai’s face turned extrely grave.
The Demon General’s ability to absorb external power and evolve itself ant the longer the battle dragged on, the less advantageous it was for them.
The best solution was to directly eliminate this creature with a blitz.
Jitai glanced at the battlefield, right now, everyone was battling fiercely with the demons, in terms of numbers, the Empire’s talents were at an absolute disadvantage, more and more demons appeared, particularly nurous were the Tier Seven ones.
He wanted to mobilize good fighters from other Holy Blood Clans to join him in dealing with this Tier Eight Demon General, but found that he couldn’t deploy any.
The departure of any Holy Blood would quickly collapse the local battle situation.
Looking at the Demon General swiftly absorbing flas, with flesh constantly growing, Jitai’s face grew increasingly grim.
Originally, this should have been a battle where he turned the tide, but now he’s forced to look for help, which without a doubt, is a huge blow to his prestige.
"I can solve it."
Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang in Jitai’s mind.
Jitai’s eyes flashed, he voiced:
"Who are you?"
"Qin Tian."
Qin Tian?
It’s him!
Jitai’s eyes changed; he hadn’t expected Qin Tian to step forward at this mont.
"How will you solve it?"
Jitai used soul communication, appearing as if he didn’t underestimate Qin Tian.
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