The Twenty-Four Bridges remained, and the bright moon shone in silence.
Dragon tendons were strung together into lute strings, and their notes carried an even heavier intent of slaughter. This made Luan Jian's sword light sharper still, desperately holding back the Demon Race surging up the mountain from all directions.
Suddenly, those few flood dragons—already skinned and de-tendoned—jinked back up from the ground, raised their heads, and were imbued with spiritual breath once more.
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