บท 536: Same Techniques

Anger and fear surged within Wang Kun. "No matter how clever your tongue is, on this sea of blood, you'll never escape me!" 

The blood sea, encircling the black dragon world, began to heave, forming colossal waves akin to ancient beasts. They ceaselessly battered the black screen, striving to shatter the emperor's domain in an instant. Thousands of vengeful souls wailed, their anger palpable, desiring to consume Qin Huai through the oppressive darkness.

Blood began to seep slowly from the black curtain, reminiscent of dew in a cave, resonating an ominous rhythm of conquest in the silence. The blood that filled the sky converged abruptly at a singular point, coalescing into a blood-hued storm. It then morphed into a roc and bore down on Qin Huai.

With a determined step forward, Qin Huai roared the tiger and dragon roar. The roc's body began to ripple, and to Qin Huai, it seemed as though a ferocious tiger had leaped from the skies to meet him.

Bang!