Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 783

Were they going to take the fight seriously now?

Isaac roared and grew intimidating. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Trace. As he pressed his palms together, a surge of red spiritual energy in his hands manifested into a ten-yard-long energy knife in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, plunging waves of spiritual energy radiated from Isaac, and every martial artist at the scene felt an overwhelming pressure.

Those who were relatively stronger were panting and sweating. Most martial artists that had recently reached the Amalgamation Phase were trembling—out of fear and resentment for someone much more powerful.

"Ninth Form, Alp Slash!" Isaac roared.

The crimson knife hacked at Trace vigorously, so fast that Trace, merely five yards away from Isaac, felt the impending doom that very moment.

Isaac's ability was on par with his, yet how could he be so threatening?

Trace didn't stop. Green spiritual energy streamed toward his fist, and a shadow fist the size of a computer collided wi