"A Thunder Spear Art, is it? Then I shall let you know what despair means!"
Ye Ling growled lowly, his body's Spiritual Energy surged like a tide, wildly pouring into the demonic blade. In that moment, the blade trembled uncontrollably, a chilling force periodically overflowing from it.
"Slaying Dragon Art!"
As Ye Ling roared furiously, the already trembling demonic blade shot directly into the sky, transforming into a golden dragon over a hundred meters long in midair, its dragon head majestic and fiercely terrifying.
"Roar!"
The golden dragon roared skyward, the terrifying sonic booms madly spreading, sweeping the surroundings and causing all the strong warriors to feel their eardrums buzzing and their heads swelling.
The slightly weaker ones even held their heads directly, collapsed on the ground, their eyes rolling back, clearly having sustained massive trauma.