Chapter 736 - 337: Now That Was Some Serious Posturing, the Dragon That Controls Celestial Thunder [6k2]_3

Every time the wings flapped in the air, a powerful explosive sound would echo, as if bursting in mid-air.

Lu Wenwu had the feeling, perhaps it was an illusion, that the dragons had practiced this many times before.

Over ten thousand young, adult, and elder dragons quickly formed the corresponding formation, arranged in sequence in the sky.

The Legion Commander of each race was positioned at the center, forming some sort of unique biological array with their group, with each legion’s Qi Mechanism faintly connected, as if they were one.

The King of Ten Thousand Dragons stood in the center, but compared to the harmonious array, he seemed slightly out of place.

In the center of the Silver Dragon Legion’s formation, Lu Wenwu saw Isidro, who had successfully transformed his ancient Bloodline and was assisting the Silver Dragon Legion Commander.

Now, he was truly Near-God Level, qualified to contend for the next Elder position.

In front, the Bright Knight Order’s momentum was as strong as a rainbow.

Behind, over ten thousand of the Dragon Race were ready and waiting for battle.

It seemed that in the entire battlefield, only Lu Wenwu, caught in the middle, was an outsider unsure of what to do.

"Xiaowu! Why are you still standing there? Hurry back to the Ancestral Dragon Nest and hide well!"

The Red Dragon Felix couldn’t help but roar, a hint of urgency flashing across his face.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the Bright Knight Order, which was still some distance away, and slightly felt his own body’s condition, his lips curling into a slight smile.

He suddenly had a good idea.

"Grandpa Felix, haven’t you always wanted to see my true form? Now...it’s a perfect opportunity..."

At some point, the sky above Lu Wenwu no longer had a brilliant starry sky.

Instead, heavy layers of clouds had gathered from who knows where.

Dazzling lightning exploded in the clouds, sounding like the beating of war drums.

In a flash of lightning, the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, who was forcibly controlling the dragon army formation, was suddenly alert.

"Silver Dragon! Who released the super-large Celestial Magic? And why is Xiaowu still standing there, damn it! Is now the time to show off? Get him back immediately!"

"It’s not us!"

A large Silver Dragon immediately replied.

Felix also shouted urgently, "Xiaowu! Now is not the time for you to show off! Although I don’t know what madness the Church of Light is up to, there’s no doubt that this battle isn’t one you can participate in at your age! Come back to me, quickly!"

"No need to worry..."

Lu Wenwu’s smile grew even brighter, as he no longer suppressed his aura.

His body expanded and elongated, thick Dragon Scales unfurling like an ancient, Immortal Mountain.

Dark red surging Demon Qi radiated in all directions, and the pitch-black Purgatory Dragon Flame flickered and burned.

The aura of life around was rapidly diminishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All plants and life withered swiftly, turning into a mass of scarlet liquid before rapidly evaporating, becoming part of the Demon Qi.

The terrifying form of the Purgatory Dragon, shrouded in rolling Demon Qi, was faintly visible, like a Demon God.

"Pour the wine; I shall return shortly!"

"Roar!"

A passionate dragon roar exploded in the sky, as dazzling Thunderbolts raged through the dark night.

An overwhelmingly terrifying presence spread across the entire Dragon Island, and a Blood Sea of Malice capable of piercing the core faith of the most devoted suddenly descended.

All the dragons shuddered simultaneously.

The feeling was like falling into the coldest Profound Ice Sea in the Land of the Far North, almost freezing even the soul.

The terrifying pure white Killing Intent had completely materialized, like a tsunami, rushing towards the Bright Knight Order.

In just an instant, the charging momentum abruptly halted.

Regardless of cultivation level, the divine servants of the Church of Light only felt their souls trembling, their bodies uncontrollably shivering, with an irresistible urge to immediately stretch their necks for slaughter.

Terrifying!

Absolutely terrifying!

The knights at the front already showed expressions of horror, as if witnessing the most terrifying sight in existence.

In the Blood Sea, countless Resentful Souls wailed in unison.

It was infinitely more terrifying than any scene they had ever seen!

Even the depiction of Netherworld Hell in the Bible was far less terrifying than this Blood Sea of Malice!

The terrifying Blood Sea seemed nearly endless, almost obscuring heaven and earth!

And in the Blood Sea, a Purgatory Dragon, a thousand feet long, was coldly watching them with its pale golden Dragon Eyes, as if looking at a group of ants ready to be trampled to death.

An overwhelmingly terrifying aura continuously emanated from his red and black Body, making even the fiercest Magical Beasts appear as docile as kittens in comparison.

That overwhelming fierce aura instigated Fear in everyone present.

The highly cultivated could still resist somewhat with their cultivation, though cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Those with slightly lower cultivation couldn’t effectively resist the spiritual pressure and crushing willpower.

To avoid mental collapse from the extreme aura of slaughter, they could only rely on their utmost Devotion to the Gods of Light, using the power of Holy Light to support their already shaky minds.

In the ethereal Domain of willpower, almost nothing could interfere.