Jiaolong stared at the severed remains of his corrupted followers, dark blood pooling across the stone. When his black eyes met Grim's again, they burned with something beyond rage—a fury that had been building for fifteen hundred years.
"You think enhanced mana makes you my equal?" Jiaolong's voice carried through the chamber. "Let me show you the difference between power and true strength."
Without warning, Jiaolong's body began to change. Not a transformation into dragon shape, but something far more unsettling. The corruption wasn't just coating his scales—it was rewriting his very essence. His already massive body expanded further, dark energy crackling between his claws like black lightning.
"Abyssal Corruption: Void Strike!" Jiaolong roared, his claws sweeping toward Grim with speed that left trails of darkness in the air.
