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The humanoid head twisted and rapidly elongated, skin completely covered by dark green scales, ultimately transforming into a terrifying black Demon Dragon head! In the blink of an eye, he had shifted from a humanoid dragon descendant into a twisted Demon Dragon over sixty meters long, with a highly bizarre form. Its body was not smooth, instead appearing bloated and muscularly knotted, with a faint dark red glow bleeding through the gaps in the dark green scales, as though unstable evil energy surged within.

Four asymmetrical dragon claws forcefully dug into the ground, suddenly taking off into the sky, pouncing straight towards the White Dragon above.

"Hmm, this thing can fly too?" The White Dragon, transformed by Xiao Jie, flashed a trace of surprise in its eyes, "But... it really is quite ugly." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Initially, he had a hint of curiosity about the power system of the demons, pondering whether there might be a demon with both an exceptionally excellent appearance and abilities suitable for visualization, to scare people or handle special occasions, which seemed not bad. Although likely to be twisted and ugly, as long as it’s imposing and unique, it still has value.

However, upon personally witnessing the transformation of King Mingyuan into this Monster Dragon, he immediately dismissed this thought. Ugly could be tolerated, but disgusting was unacceptable.

Bang bang bang!

Xiao Jie tentatively unleashed several lightning bolts on the Monster Dragon, with little effect, each Thunderbolt causing only dozens of points of damage. It seems this guy indeed inherited the Dragon Clan’s high resistance to Thunder and Lightning Magic.

At this moment, the Monster Dragon, transformed by King Mingyuan, roared as it flew skyward, confronting Xiao Jie in mid-air.

King Mingyuan (Demon Master): Level 58 World Boss, Life Value: 42000/42000.

"Good timing!" Xiao Jie no longer hesitated, launching an attack first.

The reason he uttered that pretentious line was precisely to anger the opponent, to lure this guy into the sky for a convenient solo kill,

Frost Dragon Breath! The White Dragon opened its mouth, a white cold stream containing extreme frost spewing forth, freezing the air into ice crystals wherever it passed.

The Monster Dragon was not to be outdone, the main Dragon Head in the middle also opened its mouth, spewing a black mist Dragon Breath bearing a strong corrosive aura directly ahead.

Frost and black water intersected mid-air, emitting fierce "sizzle" sounds, raising large clouds of white mist. Initially, the Frost Breath of the White Dragon clearly held the upper hand, constantly pushing forward. Xiao Jie secretly charging power, preparing to thoroughly freeze the opponent and then follow up with a deadly combo.

However, King Mingyuan, the Monster Dragon, seeing the situation going awry, suddenly released a hoarse roar, where the flesh on the left side of its neck wildly wriggled with discomfort, with a "stab" sound, astonishingly drilling out a red Dragon Head! This Dragon Head appeared exceptionally complete, but at its neck linkage, signs of grafting were evident, as the Dragon Head twisted and rotated fiercely, opening its large mouth to spew out scorching red flames!

Black mist and red flames merged, dramatically increasing in power, astonishingly holding back the Frost Breath of the White Dragon, both sides falling into a stalemate.

"Hmm? Quite interesting!" Xiao Jie was slightly surprised.

But that was not all! King Mingyuan let out another furious roar, as the right side of its neck similarly tore open, where a third Dragon Head—a golden dragon head, shining with metallic luster—suddenly emerged! This Golden Dragon Head was not very complete, with a broken Dragon Horn, and scales ravaged by damage, even one eye was blind, clearly having endured a trauma before death, now becoming King Mingyuan’s weapon. It opened its mouth, unleashing a Golden Flames Dragon Breath with higher temperature and penetration joining the fray!

The three distinct yet complementary Dragon Breaths converged into a destructive torrent, the power surging instantly, not only holding the line but also gradually suppressing the Frost Breath of the White Dragon! The intersection point of Dragon Breaths began to constantly press towards Xiao Jie!

Click click, indeed a bit of skill.

Witnessing this, Xiao Jie decisively halted the Dragon Breath spray, his massive dragon body skillfully spiraling, dodging the three incoming Dragon Breaths, swiftly concealing into the surrounding thick clouds.

"Hahaha!" King Mingyuan’s three Dragon Heads simultaneously emitted a proud and distorted laugh, "See that! You self-claimed noble Dragon Clan, stuck in your ways, stagnant for tens of thousands of years, still relying on the bits of old skills left by ancestors! While we demons are different! We can fuse, devour, evolve! Absorb the most excellent bloodlines and superpowers from different Demon Races! Using this power of infinite evolution, we shall continually grow stronger, ultimately surpass you stubborn, destined-to-be-eliminated so-called orthodox Dragon Clan!"

"Tremble! Face the Power of Evolution!"

The three Dragon Heads crazily spewed Dragon Breaths towards the direction where Xiao Jie disappeared in the clouds, black water, red fire, and golden flames weaving into a web of death, stirring up, tearing, and evaporating large portions of cloud.

Nonetheless, that White Dragon was seemingly vanished, showing no signs of being hit.

"Oh? Do you truly believe so?" An indifferent voice filled with disdain emanated from the depths of the cloud sea, "After stealing a trace of the Dragon Clan’s meager power, you think you’ve glimpsed the great path, daring to boast here? You pitiful mongrels, indeed lacking the true wisdom and vision of the Dragon Clan, short-sighted to a shameful extent."

"You—seek—death!" The word "mongrel" was like the vilest curse, instantly igniting the deepest scars and fury within King Mingyuan’s heart. The three Dragon Heads simultaneously released an ultimate anguished howl from the depths of their throats, the massive dragon body recklessly lunging towards the origin of the voice, deep within the clouds.