The nine-tailed evil dragon opened its mouth, and columns of flaming red liberally streaked with jet black surged out. Five soul intent circles, tainted with a black and red filth, appeared in front of its mouth. When the flame columns passed through these five soul intent circles, they grew thicker and more condensed, their power elevated significantly.
Next, the flame column, fortified by the five soul intent circles, collided with the punch thrown by Muria. "Boom!" A thunderous explosion resonated, and with the naked eye, a clearly visible shockwave swept across the surrounding sky, slightly inhibiting the speed of the approaching mutated fang dragons.
"Such pathetic control over your own power." Seeing the five soul intent circles in front of the gaping mouth of the Pale Blood Devourer, designed to amplify the dragon breath it was spitting out, Muria grew even more disappointed. "On what basis do you think you can block my fist, Pale Blood Devourer?"