"Yes," to ascend the stage for one battle, "No," then death.
——As long as it's not one hundred, ninety-nine and one have no difference whatsoever.
And now, even without employing the attack of the mind and spirit, relying on fire and immunity to dragon form injury, the man still stood before the Immortal Lord as if waiting to be slaughtered.
Within Yi Duanzhi's torn wounds, upon the skin, the magnificent blue flowed out… Indeed, it lasted only an instant; He had no time to turn the entire man into Dragon Blood, but He had reclaimed all the power that was rightfully His own.
Yi Duanzhi's golden eyes extinguished, dragon scales receded, blood returned to red... While high above, the dragon form stood indifferently, countless scales and blood returning to their source like rivers to the sea.
Everything started from here.