Ning Zheng was confident that given the Dragon's long lifespan, he too could, like nurturing a Dharma Aspect, cultivate an army of Embers imbued with his own Three Flowers.
Currently, his army consisted of only two pitiful individuals, Princess Xin'e and the No-Life Whale.
The army was still in its nascent stages.
It was fair to say that Ning Zheng's cultivation time was too short, and his foundation was far inferior.
"An army attacking like a flood, the target too large, I'll retract my bubble state that defends against physical attacks."
Ning Zheng's figure flickered, swiftly reverting to a normed Dharma Aspect.
Due to the gathering of too many Dragon Race bubbles, the shadow bubble compressed continuously until countless bubbles merged into a pure shadow.
At this moment, he was as dark as ink, his entire being akin to an obsidian statue, entering another type of transformative state, devouring all surrounding light.
Pure shadow form.
