Chen Qiong's eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, and then he shook his head and said, "I do not know the height of the sky nor the thickness of Earth."
The vast soul on Chen Qiong's body was like a long river, turbulent and surging, runes flying, its momentum magnificent, brilliance dazzling, illusions abounding.
In the sky, the dragon transformed by the soul flew for nine days, soaring in a magnificent spectacle.
In the Devil Camp, the devils looked at Chen Qiong with an overwhelming aura, faces confident and brimming with opinions.
"Truly, Wanlong's true form. With Chen Qiong's strength, it's easy to kill the dust in the forest."
"Wanlong's true form is created by the blood energy and secret techniques of Wanlong, possessing different dragon clan abilities. It is extremely powerful and unpredictable. Among the many monster clan constitutions, Wanlong's true form ranks at the top."
