The damage was etched in, step by step. Even General Long's palm, where he had been struck, was now seared with a brand. Vicious Evil Qi continuously seeped into it, causing him unbearable pain. However, his cultivation was high, so resisting it wasn't too much of a problem.
The real issue was the domineering punch; it had nearly crippled his hand.
"Bastard! A mere lowlife like you dares to defy the Netherworld Empire? Die!"
General Long roared, and an eruption of Blood Qi burst from his body. The Blood Dragon phantom behind him instantly doubled in size. His entire body swelled rapidly as layer after layer of Dragon Scales sprouted from his skin, even covering his whole face in a thick coat.
General Long was not a member of the Dragon Race; he had simply absorbed a great deal of dragon Essence Blood, allowing him to manifest this astonishing form. His entire body was covered in thick Dragon Scales, and his hands even sprouted claws, making him look almost identical to a dragon.
