บท 1070: A Flick

As the phantoms opened their eyes, the battlefield was bathed in radiant light that seemed to push back the very concept of darkness. Their indifferent gazes swept across the ruined landscape before settling squarely on Yulong. 

The pressure of their existence alone was nearly enough to make her lose her breath, the difference in their levels of cultivation laid bare in that moment.

But Yulong was nothing if not defiant. In the face of this higher power, she did not cower or retreat. Instead, she roared out with a noble Dragon prestige that seemed intent on frightening the very heavens themselves!

"Two pathetic True Divinity phantoms are nothing!!" 

Her words were filled with a bravado that bordered on madness. She was truly geared up to fight to the very death, even if these life-saving True Divinity phantoms could easily slice her into bloody ribbons.