A cold smile played on Fang Zhou's lips as the ghostly blue ripples of his Soul Eagle Eye locked onto the Snake Demon's back armor.
"Skeleton Armory: Strangle Mode."
Fang Zhou clenched his left hand. The shattered bone fragments reassembled in mid-air into three hundred and sixty barbed chains. The eerie light of the Iron Wall Aura flowed over them as they wound toward Azklos like venomous serpents.
Another of Azklos's arms suddenly jabbed out from a strange angle. The Armor-Piercing Demon Blade sliced through the Poison Cloud Skill's barrier, only to be forced back by Tiamat's Deadly Dragon Breath before it could reach Fang Zhou's throat.
The Dragon Breath from the Black Gem Dragon carried the terrifying power of instant death, forcing Azklos to retreat.
"Is this the Dragon Race? Just a lowly reptile!"
Azklos's vertical pupils contracted into blood-red slits as his six arms simultaneously thrust their weapons into the ground.
