As the aftermath of the devastating attack wreaked havoc and the dense smoke gradually cleared, a profound stillness settled over the entire landscape.
The four devilish beings, their eyes narrowing, suddenly found themselves confronted by a colossal golden serpent that materialized seemingly out of thin air. Its enormous dark wings tightly wrapped around its muscular body, shielding as much of it as possible.
As the serpentine wings unfurled, the violet scales of the serpent came into view. Though many of them were charred and blackened from the intense battle, they still managed to retain their vibrant violet sheen.
A grave expression etched itself onto the faces of the four devilish beings. Though their attacks had seemed casual, the combined force they unleashed was sufficient to harm even an expert in the late stage of the Divine Integration Realm. It was clear to them now that they were facing a formidable adversary.
The devil with crimson skin, his voice tinged with caution, was the first to speak. "Who are you? And what brings you to our village?"
In response, the golden serpent’s eyes flickered with a cold determination, and a thunderous roar emanated from its massive form, resonating throughout the entire island. Three dragon phantoms materialized around the serpent, their mere presence exuding a primal power that sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld them. With one final earth-shaking roar, the dragons dissolved back into the serpent’s body, leaving behind an awe-inspiring aura that enveloped the entire area.
Gradually, a majestic being materialized in place of the serpent. Its awe-inspiring presence dominated the surrounding space, radiating an ethereal and otherworldly aura.
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Darkness seemed to envelop its form, as obsidian black scales covered every inch of its massive body. These scales absorbed all light, reflecting none back, rendering the dragon seemingly invisible in certain angles. The absence of reflection gave it an enigmatic and elusive quality, adding to its mysterious presence.
Sleek and serpent-like, the dragon’s body flowed with a sinuous grace. Its elongated neck arched gracefully, leading up to a formidable head that commanded attention. Fiery purple eyes burned with an intense and piercing light, resembling swirling galaxies within their depths. This otherworldly gaze held both wisdom and power, drawing the gaze of all who beheld it.
The dragon’s wings were a mesmerizing blend of shadow and translucence. Vast and expansive, they resembled billowing clouds of smoky darkness. Though ethereal, these wings exhibited a certain grandeur, exuding a sense of both grace and power as they spread wide. Intricate patterns adorned their surface, wisps of clouds and gusts of wind intertwining like delicate artwork.
A long and sinuous tail extended from its body, each scale designed to reflect no light, creating an obsidian sheen that added to the dragon’s enigmatic allure. The tail terminated in a spiky, barbed appendage, sharp and dangerous.
The fused dragon’s majestic presence extended to its limbs, completing its awe-inspiring form. Its powerful legs were muscular and sturdy, providing a firm foundation for its colossal body. Each leg terminated in taloned feet, adorned with sharp and menacing claws, serving as a testament to its formidable strength.
Likewise, its hands were equally imposing, possessing a combination of strength and dexterity. The scaled hands bore sharp, claw-like digits that allowed for precise and devastating strikes when required. The dark obsidian hue of the scales that covered its hands reflected no light, adding an air of eeriness and enhancing the creature’s ethereal appearance.
After arduous and dedicated training, Liang successfully acquired a profound understanding of the three distinct dragon transformation techniques. Through his rigorous efforts, he managed to harmoniously blend their forms and tap into the boundless power they offered. This fusion resulted in a substantial enhancement of his serpent form, elevating its strength, physicality, and inherent abilities to remarkable levels.
Such an accomplishment would have been considered an insurmountable task for most individuals. However, Liang possessed a unique advantage. Prior to his mastery of the dragon transformation techniques, he had consumed a dragon spirit and absorbed its potent blood essence.
In addition, Liang’s Bloodline encompassed both the void and Infernal laws. This rare lineage granted him unparalleled mastery in assimilating and integrating both the void dragon and the netherworld dragon, seamlessly uniting their abilities into his serpent form.
Speaking specifically of his connection to the soaring dragon, Liang’s mastery over its techniques was no small feat. However, it was the acquired azure dragon soul and blood essence that truly allowed Liang to integrate the power of this dragon into his serpent form.
He bestowed upon this newly-formed entity the name of the Nethervoid Dragon.
As this magnificent dragon prepared to unleash its power, it drew in a deep breath. With a sound that resonated like thunder, it unleashed a roar of devastating force. The ground beneath shook, and a powerful shockwave rippled through the air, sending tremors throughout the surroundings. Trees swayed, the very earth seemed to tremble, and all living beings felt the ominous power that emanated from this creature of immense might.
Without hesitation, the Nethervoid Dragon launched itself into a merciless assault. Its obsidian wings beat with incredible force, creating winds that lashed at the surroundings. The devilish beings, caught off guard by the dragon’s prowess, hurriedly moved to defend themselves.
The dragon unleashed a torrent of dark flames infused with corrosive energy. The flames engulfed the area, consuming the defenses of the crimson-skinned devil. Sensing the impending danger, he conjured a barrier of infernal flames to shield himself and his companions, protecting them from the searing heat.
In a mesmerizing display of agility and cunning, the remaining trio of devilish entities swiftly countered the onslaught of the malevolent, corrosive flames with their unique defensive maneuvers. Each creature seemed to possess an innate understanding of the imminent danger they faced, responding with a calculated elegance that belied their sinister nature.
The devil with shadow-infused skin summoned an ethereal shield of shimmering obsidian. As the flames lashed out with fervent intensity, the shield glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, emanating an aura of impenetrable fortitude. The flames hissed and recoiled as they collided with this formidable barrier, unable to breach its unyielding defenses.
Meanwhile, the second devilish figure, adorned in a cloak of darkest midnight, wove intricate patterns in the air with its fingertips. As the symbols etched themselves into the fabric of reality, an invisible barrier formed around the creature, seemingly bending the laws of physics. The flames approached this ethereal veil with eager anticipation, only to dissipate into nothingness upon contact, their destructive energy absorbed and nullified by the enigmatic force field.
Lastly, the enigmatic young woman, with her graceful wings, took flight amidst the chaos. Like a phantom gliding effortlessly through the night, it maneuvered with grace and precision, evading the malicious flames with a dancer’s poise.
Undeterred by their feeble attempts at defense, the Nethervoid Dragon unleashed a display of unparalleled power. With a mighty beat of its wings, a tempest of feathers erupted from its form, each one radiating with a malevolent energy born from the void and the infernal depths of the Netherworld.
These feathers, imbued with the essence of darkness and chaos, descended upon the battlefield like a merciless storm. Their razor-sharp edges sought out their targets with unerring precision, cleaving through the devilish beings’ armor and flesh without mercy. The relentless barrage left behind a trail of deep, bleeding wounds that oozed with shadowy tendrils of pain.
The four devilish beings, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity of the attack, had no chance to evade or defend themselves. The dragon’s assault had rendered their feeble attempts at protection useless, leaving them vulnerable and exposed to its devastating power. The battlefield echoed with their cries of agony as the dragon’s feathers tore through their bodies.
No longer granting them the slightest hope of recovery, an immense surge of power emanated from the dragon, rousing an awe-inspiring display of might. With an ethereal brilliance, the colossal creature harnessed its formidable abilities to conjure a mesmerizing, swirling vortex composed of pure, malevolent void energy.
This swirling vortex of darkness exerted an irresistible force of attraction, drawing the attention of its victims like moths to a flame. Their bodies were compelled to move closer, as if trapped within an unyielding grip, while time itself seemed to stand still. Within the tumultuous epicenter of the vortex, they were subjected to an unrelenting barrage of destructive energy, unable to evade or defend against the onslaught.
With each assault, the vortex’s maleficent power inflicted excruciating damage upon the devilish beings, leaving them drained and battered. Their resistance crumbled under the relentless assault, their forms weakening as their life force was steadily drained away. Yet, their attention remained transfixed on the heart of the swirling vortex, where a profound change washed over their countenance, casting a shadowed pallor upon their features.
Before their eyes, a bleak and boundless black abyss stretched out, devoid of any discernible light. It was a void so profound, it seemed to consume all hope and possibility, entrapping their gaze in its insidious embrace. The very essence of darkness permeated the air, drawing them deeper into the abyss, where their fates seemed poised on the precipice of oblivion.