As Xu Guang was feeling the growth of the demonic thought coral within him.
In the distance.
The battle between the Dragon Monarch and Ling Xiao reached a boiling point.
The soul-shadow Dragon Monarch at the Half-Saint Level, though lacking full intelligence and driven only by the instinct to guard the mysterious coffin, carried the overwhelming might of its former Saint Realm and the millennia of demonic energy in the Purple Moon Cavern with every strike.
The dark golden dragon robe billowed, and with each movement of its fists, the purple-black magic flames transformed into countless dragon shapes, roaring and tearing through the air, twisting and devouring even the brilliance of the falling purple moonlight.
Ling Xiao stood beneath the phantasm of a chaotic starry sky, with the clear light of the Celestial Destiny Wheel blazing behind her, spinning incessantly.
