"I naturally need to seize back what originally belonged to our Devil Clan!"
Cang Baitian grinned and lifted his right hand, conjuring a black blade shimmering with blood-red light, the blade covered with draconian claws, grotesquely terrifying.
The Dragon Clan had unique advantages, once narrowly missing the position of the cosmic overlord, unfortunately overtaken by the Human Clan due to their inadequate reproductive ability.
And every part of a dragon is a treasure, often brutally slain by mighty beings to be refined into magical treasures.
Such is the case with this blade!
Cang Baitian stopped the chatter and swung his blade, the pressure of a four-layer Supreme of the grand path was terrifying, shaking countless immortal realms, giving a sense of horror as if all the heavens and the universe were about to shatter.
Mo Ruohe roared, his right fist launched with full force dispersing the rolling demonic aura, extending continuously for tens of billions of miles.