It must be said, having cultivated to the level of Ancient Kings and roaming the Star Realm River for years, they naturally had their own trump cards in hand.
The Red Bone King, Duweit, possessed exceptionally tenacious lifeforce. He was the first to break free from the constrictive tendrils, unleashing a surge of red-and-black interwoven energy that burst through the obstruction and transformed into black smoke tinged with a crimson gleam, fleeing far away.
Next was the Evil Wing King, Dokali, who quickly recovered her senses from disorientation. Her body began to swell uncontrollably, causing the tendrils entwining her to snap one by one.
Dokali's true form turned out to be that of a sub-dragon, equipped with two pairs of robust and fearsome Evil Dragon Wings.
The Evil Winged Dragon flapped its wings, preparing for its own escape.
"Not bad, but you're not going anywhere."
