"Fate plays tricks on us!"
Qin Ming was momentarily unable to accept that he had encountered the Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon in the vast sky, with a probability of less than one in tens of thousands.
It seemed that all of this was guided by cosmic fate.
Now, he could only fight with all his might.
Just as the six Wood Emperor Nails emitted red-gold divine light, about to pierce the Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon.
The dragon's green scales spread all over, enveloping its entire body, exploding with a terrifying black light, fully transforming into a half-demon form.
With cyan tusks, its hands transformed into black-scaled claws, menacingly poised to easily pierce artifacts.
Four of the six Wood Emperor Nails struck its scales, sparking harmlessly.
The other two Wood Emperor Nails were casually caught by the dragon's fingers.
Soon, a pitch-black dragon claw appeared, gripping the two Wood Emperor Nails tightly, holding them immobile.
