"Is this the Wrath of the Dragon God?" Ye Chen looked at the crimson glow in his hand, his eyes emitting a strange light.
The Wrath of the Dragon God was very fantastical, a crimson light that existed between illusion and reality.
Moreover, the crimson light contained a vast will, a will of great transcendence, great freedom, great invincibility!
"The Wrath of the Dragon God has consumed Saint Blood, and its ferocity is boundless. Forcing a fusion will lead to misfortune!"
The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox wanted Ye Chen to abandon the fusion because the Wrath of the Dragon God was stained with blood, an ominous weapon.
"Violent? Ominous?" Ye Chen murmured, puzzled. "This crimson glow is very gentle, not violent at all!"
"Ye Chen, you've been fooled by an illusion. If this continues, there will be no comeback for you. Please, snap out of it!"
The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox didn't want Ye Chen to die, for if Ye Chen were to die, who would lift her seal?
