C848 Melt the Battle Soul(6)

The beast soul of the Torch Dragon Silver Iron Centipede twisted and turned, but there was no escaping its fate of being forged.

Qiao Gao recited ancient incantations, casting a brilliant array of symbols, and exhaled a breath of Yellow Spring Fire.

"Hiss~~~"

The Yellow Spring Fire quelled the beast soul's ferocity, bringing it to a sudden calm.

Qiao Gao sprang into action