Dragons clashed and tigers battled, dark clouds densely packed the skies for fifty miles around, the aftershocks of the magic duel trembled for a hundred miles.
Should they have left Immortal Land, the power of the two would have surged greatly, a hundredfold increase, effortlessly moving mountains and filling seas.
A hundred-zhang White Tiger lay prone, its mouth biting on a narrow blade resembling a peacock plume, streams of air swirling around it, its four feet gathering wild winds.
With one strike, the hurricane swept across tens of miles, blowing the clouds in the sky askew, accumulating into a wall in the heavens.
Seventh Level Dao Foundation.
On the other side, Ao Heng transformed into his dharma form, turning into an Azure Dragon a thousand zhang in size, its massive body covered in spots of charred scales, the worst areas even exposed flesh.
