"Fuck..." Qingyi closed his eyes, an intense pain taking over his mind and forcing him to clench his teeth.
It was as if his very brain was slowly tearing itself apart, every drop of his being screaming in agony.
It was horrible, but he resisted, moving his draconic Qi and forcing his bloodline to activate.
The moment the colossal figure of a black dragon's head appeared on Qingyi's back, the thread of Qi holding that demonic cultivator's mental attack together broke, crushed by Qingyi's draconic Qi.
"Is that... bloodline projection?" The demonic cultivator questioned as he took a step back, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
He didn't lock up like all his men, but he still felt his Qi severely suppressed and his body shuddered gently.
"Ah..." Qingyi sighed, his eyes sweeping over the demonic cultivators around him as he counted. "100... 300... 400..."
"Khaedryss... looks like you're going to have a full meal today." Qingyi flashed a bloody smile.
