Bab 1192: Scale

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Elder Scorpion's heart skipped a beat and he gasped. His palm trembled and the Dharmic art that he had just conjured dissipated instantly!

How was that possible?

How could a bloodline from that race still exist?!

Elder Scorpion's eyes were filled with shock and his aura was unstable.

"Elder, what happened?"

Sensing the abnormality in Elder Scorpion, a witch hurried forward and asked softly.

Elder Scorpion closed his eyes and remained silent, merely panting slowly to compose himself.

Was he seeing things?

He was still in disbelief as he recalled what he had seen.

The Dharmic art he released earlier on was incomplete and was close to a divine power.

Even with his capabilities, he could only rely on the remnant memories of this place to trace back to what happened.