The dragon, stretching over a thousand zhang in length, was entirely gray-white, surrounded by flames, exuding a tremendous dragon's power.
"Is this your Battle Soul?"
Qin Feiyang asked in confusion.
"That's right."
Zhuge Mingyang nodded.
Qin Feiyang was utterly incredulous; even the Battle Soul had changed completely.
In the past, Zhuge Mingyang's Battle Soul was an Azure Dragon.
But the Battle Soul that appeared now was like the incarnation of the Grim Reaper, filled with an aura of death.
"Decay!"
Zhuge Mingyang shouted.
An invisible force roared in all directions.
When it enveloped Qin Feiyang, his cultivation suddenly dropped by a small realm.
"Fortunately."
"The power of this Innate Divine Ability hasn't changed."
Qin Feiyang murmured.
"Oh really?"
Zhuge Mingyang grinned.
Before his voice fell, Qin Feiyang's cultivation fell once more, dropping to Eight-star War Emperor.
"This..."
Qin Feiyang was dumbfounded.
