Pale golden fists dripping with brain-stained blood.
A plume of flame, black as the abyss, suddenly surged forth, instantly scorching the blood and filth to ashes.
Lu Wenwu curiously looked at Morales, who struggled to stand with the help of his longsword, and asked, "Care to explain what kind of conflict you're having? As the leader, you're just going to watch them die?"
"In your Divine Continent's terms, their Dao Heart is broken, and you've become their Heart Demon."
"Facing you in such a state is certain death; there's no point in my intervention."
"Moreover..."
Here, Morales paused slightly.
Holding his sword with both hands, he swung fiercely, and a fiery Dragon Breath rose along the blade, manifesting vaguely into the form of a Black Dragon.
Patterns like Dragon Scales emerged on his armor, with a faint sound of dragon's roar.
No, those aren't mere Dragon Scale patterns!
They are Dragon Scales!
Hexagonal Giant Dragon Scales!
