Knowing what to expect, Ming Yue brandished her swords and flew forward. Facing against the dragon's two swords, she avoided them as best she could.
However, that was better said than done.
The swords were slow but with the amount of lightning arcing out from the blades, it was difficult to get close.
The young cultivator kept her eyes peeled, doing her best to avoid any stray lightning strikes. She swung her swords, launching off multiple flying slashes. Blood Moon released countless bright crescent arcs of light while the Black Blade sent out black waves that cut through space itself.
But the dragon had more than just the swords to deal with her.
While its two upper arms wielded swords, the other four arms conjured lightning bolts, hurling them against her.
"Tch, is this going to be a battle of attrition?"
