"This power fluctuation is..."
The Black Dragon opened its massive mouth and slowly uttered three words, "Taoist Cultivator."
If Ning Fan had heard these words, he would surely associate them with something. However, at present, all his focus was on communicating with the Golden Core.
Being within the range of the Forbidden Spell, defense became the only way to dissolve the threat.
At this moment, the Dragon Flame, which had been brewing and forming, finally appeared.
The dragon's mouth opened wide, and dragon flame fireballs corresponding to various elements recklessly danced in the air.
During their flight, the basketball-sized dragon flame continually expanded, until it reached its limit of the size of a vat, and then exploded into a sea of fire with a bang.
At the same time, each type of Dragon Flame burst open, transforming this space into a colorful ocean of flames.
In the center of the sea of flames, Ning Fan was like a string of firecrackers, crackling constantly.
