An extremely deep power spread out from Qin Ming's body, as if giving him a set of battle robes.
Countless Power of Nine Serenities condensed but did not release, and continuously surged around Qin Ming's body, but it was within reach.
Yang An stretched out his arms, as though he was embracing, yet also like he was provoking the sky.
On the other hand, Qin Ming stood there like a puppet. If it wasn't for the Power of Nine Serenities surrounding him becoming more and more terrifying, people would have thought that he had fallen asleep.
The two of them, Yang An and Qin Ming, had completely calmed down from the previous endless clash.
This was only the calm before the storm. No matter who it was, they knew that the fiercest collision was about to occur between the two of them!
The momentary peace was merely the time spent to gather energy for the final explosion.
Yang An extended his arms, the feathers behind him fluttered without wind, as though they were soaring in the sky.
Within his eyes, a trace of flames actually appeared within those sun-like pupils!
It was not a description, but the real description. In Yang An's eyes, there was a small ball of flame that was slowly rising, looking extremely strange.
Within Yang An's left and right eyes, there was a small spark.
The only difference was that the small flame was slowly clashing against each other, and slowly coalescing into the shape of a Gold Crow.
That small flame that turned into a golden crow occupied Yang An's left eye, making him look extremely strange and evil!
Inside Yang An's right eye, the flames were slowly expanding until they completely covered Yang An's right eye.
To be more accurate, it was like a round of HaoRi!
His eyes, on the other hand, had a different fire in them!
The left eye was the Golden Crow, while the right eye was Haotian.
Anyone who noticed the changes in his eyes would feel a chill in their heart.
Yang An clearly did not feel any fluctuation of spirit energy on his body, as if he was an ordinary person who was powerless.
However, the figure that didn't move at all gave off a tremendous pressure, as if the world itself was being pushed down upon by its might!
Of course, compared to Yang An's current might, Qin Ming was no weaker!
Countless Power of Nine Serenities gathered around his body, as though a dark river had appeared in broad daylight, incomparably serene and majestic.
The Power of Nine Serenities was so dense that it seemed to have condensed into a river, one could well imagine to what degree of power Qin Ming had used.
In the deepest parts of the Power of Nine Serenities, where countless energies were concentrated, there was still a glimmer of an ink-black brilliance.
To be more accurate, it was countless tiny flames!
Netherworld Flame!
That was the most basic manifestation of the Nether Xuan Snake's power. Other than using it when refining the pellets for Ming Tianyue, Qin Ming normally did not use the slightest bit of it.
This sort of extremely violent power was out of place in the outside world. Once used, it would easily leave behind an obvious mark.
Moreover, it was not easy to condense Netherworld Flame, so Qin Ming could not afford to waste it.
After all, nurturing a Netherworld Flame was not something that could be accomplished easily.
How could a power that was not inferior to the Heaven Flame be simple?
At the moment, the innumerable Power of Nine Serenities were surrounding, and at the core, and also the place closest to Qin Ming, speckled Netherworld Flame s seemed to exist.
However, was it really just decorations?
Looking carefully, this abyss like flame was the biggest trump card Qin Ming had against Yang An.
The Netherworld Flame s were the core strength of the Nether Xuan Snake, but the Golden Crow's flame was merely the Golden Crow's own flame.
The difference between the two was like the difference between a Power of Nine Serenities and a Netherworld Flame.
One was an expression of anger, the other was a qualitative difference!
"Golden Crow Annihilation!"
Finally, when the Golden Crow and HaoRi in Yang An's eyes were vivid and lifelike, and even bloomed with a trace of a different color, Yang An finally moved!
To be more accurate, all the feathers on his body began to burn.
It was as if he had gathered all of his power to execute the last strike in his life.
Yang An's eyes could no longer see any light. The flame that had turned into the Golden Crow and Haotian made it impossible for people to see through his eyes.
But those incomparably majestic raging flames, showed just how powerful and unfathomable the power Yang An had used was!
After this attack, Yang An's own strength would be greatly extracted, and he would be in a weakened state!
But right now, Yang An could not care so much. If he could not decisively kill Qin Ming right away, how difficult would it be to find another opportunity to plunder the Golden Crow's origin?
Based on his previous deductions, Qin Ming clearly had some sort of method to enrage the remnant soul of Golden Crow, and most likely, it was the power Qin Ming had displayed.
As long as Qin Ming still existed, he would not be able to seize the good fortune!
Otherwise, if that Golden Crow went berserk, no one would be able to stop it!
On the contrary, as long as he could kill Qin Ming, he had the confidence to escape from the crowd.
At most, just by relying on his familiarity with the black fog formation, he would be able to force his way in.
He looked to be fighting with all his might, but when it came to Yang An, how could he not have any tricks up his sleeve?
Therefore, Yang An did not hold back at all, and went in personally!
Just as he had said, this time, either Qin Ming would die, or him!
"Dark Dragon Ascension!"
Seeing Qin Ming rushing towards him as if he was burning himself up and the sky was dyed red by the tyrannical energy, Qin Ming's eyes remained calm.
It was as calm as an abyss.
It was as if no matter how strong the force was, it would vanish like smoke in his eyes.
With a light reprimand, Qin Ming's figure shot into the sky, not one bit slower than Yang An!
In the blink of an eye, the countless Power of Nine Serenities and the stars that surrounded him took the shape of a Netherworld Flame, turning into a black dragon that bared its fangs and brandished its claws!
The head of the ink dragon was towering, and its entire body was deep and serene. Every scale was vivid and lifelike.
If one observed carefully, one would discover that the countless scales were actually formed from the agglomeration of Netherworld Flame!
The ink dragon rose into the air and shot up into the sky, roaring towards the Golden Crow that Yang An had turned into!
In the very center of the Mo Dragon, Qin Ming was standing tall!
It was as if he had turned into the body of a Black Dragon. In front of him was a dragon head, its body was covered in countless scales and under its legs was an endless Power of Nine Serenities.
It was as if a black dragon had leaped out of the boundless Styx, splashing its waters and roaring at the world!
Just like that, the burning Golden Crow and the Demon Dragon that had leapt up from the River Styx collided into each other under the gazes of everyone present!
In the center of the Golden Crow and the Black Dragon, two figures were evenly matched.
One of them had a strange look in his eyes, while the other looked calm.
The instant they collided, the sky lit up!