Chapter 12955: The Power of the Demonic Dragon

Chapter 12955: The Power of the Demonic Dragon
This is not an ordinary magical beast, but the clone of the magic dragon that Ling Xiao obtained after going through many hardships from the forbidden area where the Demon Lord was trapped. It contains terrifying power that surpasses the first level of the Tongtian Realm. It is the killer weapon that Ling Xiao carefully prepared to deal with today's battle.

The appearance of the dragon was undoubtedly a shocking event on the battlefield. Its cold dragon eyes locked onto the vulture, as if it had predicted its fate. At the moment when the opponent was slightly exposed due to shock, the dragon swooped down suddenly, opened its huge mouth that could swallow everything, and bit the vulture's head.

As a strong man in the Tongtian realm, Vulture was naturally unwilling to die. He struggled with all his strength, trying to break free from the dragon's restraints, but the dragon's sharp teeth were like iron pliers, tightly locking his lifeline. The collision of power between the two caused the surrounding space to tremble, releasing waves of energy fluctuations.

At this life-or-death moment, Ling Xiao did not hesitate at all, as he knew that this was the crucial moment to decide victory or defeat. So, he moved his mind, and the long-dormant bloodthirsty sword intent and god-killing sword intent in his body instantly burst out, transforming into two invisible sharp blades that pierced the depths of the vulture and the vulture's souls.

These two soul skills are the supreme mysteries that Ling Xiao has comprehended after countless battles. They can penetrate the defense of the flesh and directly affect the soul of a Tongtian Realm expert. Even if it is just a moment of trance and delay, it is enough to be fatal to the vulture at this time.

Sure enough, under the influence of the soul technique, the vulture's movements became slow and a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

The dragon took the opportunity to increase its strength. With a crisp "crack" sound, the vulture's head was bitten to pieces by the dragon's tremendous force, and then it was swallowed up by its huge body. Only a pool of blood and debris was left, witnessing this thrilling battle.

The vulture standing nearby, after witnessing the tragic death of his fellow vulture, finally woke up from his shock and stupor. His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he was filled with rage. His rational defenses completely collapsed at this moment.

He had never expected that when the two brothers joined forces, Ling Xiao would find their weakness so easily, causing one of them to die. Now, he was fighting alone, his heart was filled with helplessness and despair, but more of it was deep hatred and unwillingness towards Ling Xiao.

He roared, his voice filled with endless anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to tear the whole world apart. With a move of his body, he rushed towards Ling Xiao like an arrow from a bow, with a reckless determination.

In his heart, an obsession has already formed - as long as Ling Xiao is eliminated, the terrifying dragon will lose control and he will be able to regain a glimmer of hope.

However, even in this madness, Vulture's fighting instinct was still fully demonstrated. He cleverly chose the route of attack, trying to use the advantages of terrain and speed to avoid traps and counterattacks that Ling Xiao might set, showing an instinctive wisdom of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger.

Facing the furious vulture, Ling Xiao seemed unusually calm. He stood there, his posture upright, with a chilling look between his brows that could not be violated, like a towering mountain, standing still despite the wind and rain.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through all illusions and predict every move of his opponent.

Just as the vulture was about to get close, Ling Xiao gently raised his hand, and his fingertips moved slightly. An ancient demon array disk slowly rose up and hovered above his head.

As his mind moved, the light on the array disk became brighter, and several complex and mysterious holy pattern arrays were instantly woven around him. Although these holy pattern arrays were not of high quality, each one contained powerful power, enough to stop the vulture who had lost his mind in rage.

The light of the Holy Mark Array is like the brightest stars in the night sky, interweaving and colliding, weaving into a mysterious and powerful light net. It not only gently wraps Ling Xiao's figure in it, but also is like an impeccable shield, keeping out all threats from the outside world.

This light contains an ancient and pure spiritual power. Every flash is accompanied by a slight hum. It is a melody of resonance between space and elements, making the surrounding air tremble.

The vulture's violent attack was as fierce as a storm. Each blow carried the power to tear the air in an attempt to break through the constraints of this layer of light net.

However, the Holy Mark Formation seemed to have the ability to predict the future. It could always adjust the trajectory of the light at the most appropriate time, and with an indescribable rhythm, it could dissolve the vulture's attacks one by one and turn them into nothingness.

The spiritual energy fluctuations in the air became increasingly strong. They were like a rolling sea of ​​clouds, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing. Each surge was accompanied by a deafening roar, adding a bit of shocking power to this duel.

Ling Xiao stood in the light net, his expression focused and resolute, his eyes penetrated the gaps in the light, confronting the vulture's angry eyes. Despite the changing situation outside, he was as solid as a rock, and every breath resonated with the surrounding spiritual power, showing an extraordinary fighting will.

The vulture's attack gradually became ineffective, and a trace of unwillingness and despair flashed in its eyes. Just as it was trying to use up its last bit of strength to charge and launch another attack, the sky suddenly darkened, and an even greater pressure descended from the sky.

The figure of the demon dragon, like lightning in the dark clouds, suddenly tore through the sky, and with the momentum of destroying the world, it launched a fierce attack on the vulture again. At this moment, the air was not only filled with strong spiritual fluctuations, but also with a bit of despair and murderousness of the impending doomsday, which froze the entire battlefield.

"Stop!" Ji Wuming's roar pierced through the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, carrying unquestionable majesty and anxiety. His eyes were fixed on the battle situation, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

The fall of Vulture was like a heavy hammer, making his already tense nerves even more fragile. Now Vulture was on the verge of life and death. These consecutive blows made it almost impossible for him to control himself.

Ji Wuming knew very well that the loss of these two capable subordinates meant not only a loss of strength to him, but also a waste of all his efforts. Every failure was like a sharp blade cutting his heart.

However, the battlefield was cruel and ruthless. The huge body of the demon dragon circled in the air, its eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light. It seemed to only obey the orders of Ling Xiao and turned a deaf ear to Ji Wuming's shouts.

Ling Xiao's indifference and determination made the balance of this battle increasingly tilted. Every move of the magic dragon was full of destructive power and would not tolerate any questioning or resistance.

Vulture's attack had just landed, and he was exhausted and staggering in the air, his chest heaving violently, trying to get a chance to catch his breath from the battle just now.