Third Dragon Hall

With his head being tossed up into the air and his consciousness dimming down, only then did he see a palm-sized silver hanging in mid-air. It looked somewhat human, with six transparent wings stretching out from its back. Around its body, a saint white-coloured flame burnt. It was bright and pure with two pairs of inch-long knife arms that were giving off a cold glow.

The two grade-8 grandmasters reacted, they stepped out forwards. A sad roar caused the entire area to change. Within the space of a hundred thousand feet, spiritual energy surged. Two strong killing intents locked down on Hanxi.

However, before they even attacked, there was a dragon roar. Lightning glow quickly flashed, a sky full of spear shadows shot at them with purple-colored lighting. The two of them covered within the barrage.