Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Zhao Ming, who was standing aside, stared at the familiar supernatural lock in Zhen Jiaoyi's hand with his eyes like an eagle, and a look of crazy ecstasy appeared on his face.

He excitedly shouted to Zhen Jiaoyi, "Boy, do you see that? This is the legendary supernatural lock! Once you awaken it, you will be like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, truly taking a crucial step on the road to becoming a powerful being!"

As long as you persevere in your cultivation and allow the energy in your body to grow like a spring, reaching several times your current level, you will be able to rise like a phoenix from the ashes, becoming even more powerful than your father and successfully summoning the Ultra Beast Armor Nebula form—Golden Elephant Beast!

"Is this true? Is he really that amazing?" Dagu seemed a little indignant. After all, he had gone through so much hardship along the way. Could it be that he was surpassed so easily by his own son?

Zhen Jiaoyi held the power lock tightly, his eyes flashing with a firm light like a star, "Dad, I will definitely prove it to you with practical actions."

After saying this, he began to circulate his energy as smoothly as water, following the method Zhao Ming had taught him. The light radiating from him grew stronger like the rising sun, and the surrounding air began to swirl around him like a vortex.

Dagu frowned. Although he felt a little disappointed, he felt more relieved. "Smelly boy, work hard."

At this moment, in the mysterious and terrifying dark world, a gloomy atmosphere like the Netherworld permeated the front of the altar. Previously, the dark wizard who controlled the situation had commanded a ferocious monster to launch a fierce attack on the peaceful village.

However, what was unexpected was that the summoned giant beast was vulnerable to Zhao Ming's powerful strength and was eventually slaughtered.

At the same time, the two strange men who had fled in panic and in a very miserable state at the hands of Dagu - Daedala and Orochi, were now kneeling tremblingly and respectfully under the towering black platform.

Their heads were pressed tightly against the ground, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads to take a peek, as if the slightest carelessness would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

"The failure of this attack is entirely due to our strategic mistakes. I deserve to die. Please forgive me, Lord Dracula Magma!" The two men kowtowed to the dark magician on the podium and apologized while trembling, and rushed to defend themselves.

One of them shouted at the top of his lungs, "But all of this is due to that guy in golden armor who suddenly appeared. If he hadn't intervened, how could we have suffered such a crushing defeat?"

Another person immediately echoed, "That's right. It was because of this person's appearance that our plans were completely disrupted, leading to the failure of this attack!"

Hearing this, the dark magician slowly raised his head and muttered to himself thoughtfully: "So that's how it is, a new giant has appeared..." His voice was low and cold, which made people shudder.

After a moment, he seemed to come to his senses and said to Daedala and Orochi who were kneeling in the audience, "This matter has nothing to do with you two for now. I wouldn't take a mere human in armor seriously.

But the most important thing right now is that, no matter what means we take, we must not let that abominable giant of light awaken from its slumber! It seems that relying solely on the power of a single monster to completely destroy that village and turn it into ruins is probably an impossible task!

The dark magician Dracula Magma stood before the altar with a gloomy expression. His eyes, hidden within the shadows of his black robe, flickered with an eerie red light. With a sudden wave of his hands, a dark, inky light instantly gushed out, enveloping the entire altar like a vast black curtain.

"In that case, we must change our strategy!" Dracula Magma's low and hoarse voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, echoing in the air.

Daedala and Orochi, standing below, couldn't help but tremble slightly after hearing these heart-wrenching words. They stared nervously at the powerful dark magician before them, quietly awaiting his further orders.

At this moment, Dracula Magma slowly raised the dark wand in his hand, its tip gleaming with a cold light. As he muttered, an ancient and mysterious spell began to flow from his mouth. At the same time, the previously peaceful platform suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, so blinding that it was almost impossible to look directly at.

Below the stage, boundless dark mist, as if drawn by an invisible force, madly surged towards the platform. Like surging waves, the dark mist poured continuously into the platform, blending with the intricate patterns painted on it.

In an instant, the patterns on the platform burst into an unprecedented bright light, as bright as the brightest stars in the night sky.

All the light finally converged on the three pillars on the platform, and three dark energy pillars began to vibrate violently. They stirred the vast dark mist around them, forming a huge vortex. Gradually, this dark force began to gather, as if something was being nurtured within it.

Finally, after a long wait, the enormous figure slowly emerged. The first thing that caught my eye was a layer of incredibly hard, black stone-like armor that completely enveloped the figure from head to toe, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes visible.

The figure stood over sixty meters tall, and simply standing there caused the ground below to collapse several meters under its weight. From afar, the figure resembled a demon from ancient times, emitting a chilling aura.

Dracula Magma raised high the magic wand in his hand that was emitting a dark light. Half of his face under the mask was instantly shrouded in shadow. The already gloomy atmosphere became even more gloomy and serious.

He roared in a deep and majestic voice, "O you ancient monsters that have long slumbered beneath this vast land, quickly obey the orders of this dark magician, awaken from your endless slumber, become my capable subordinates, and serve me. Destroy the bodies of those giants of light who once dared to oppose the forces of darkness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist behind him, which had been as calm as a stagnant pool, suddenly began to surge and churn violently as if boiling. In an instant, the entire ground began to shake violently, as if an irresistible force was wreaking havoc underground.

At this moment, Daedala and Orochi, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, were filled with astonishment. They stared wide-eyed at the two dark pillars of light behind Dracula Magma. The thick black fog that had originally filled the pillars of light gradually dissipated, and the figure hidden within them finally revealed its true appearance.

There were two huge and ferocious monsters standing on the left and right. Their fangs were exposed and they were roaring towards the sky with deafening claws, as if they wanted to tear the whole world into pieces.

"The Dark Lord—Derguff!" Draculamagma shouted again, "Lead your subordinates to swift action. Unleash your greatest strength and find the hiding places of those giants of light! We must not give them the chance to revive. Completely destroy everything you see!"

After receiving the order, the three huge monsters did not hesitate at all. They immediately stretched out their strong and powerful limbs and ran towards the distance like three moving mountains.

At the same time, the two weirdos in the audience raised their heads tremblingly. When they saw that there were two monsters that were even bigger and more terrifying than before and a dark puppet standing tall on the podium, they turned pale with fear and quickly lowered their heads again.

They trembled all over, kowtowed repeatedly, and muttered something, as if begging for forgiveness from these terrifying beings...