Weng!

A torpedo-like spear barreled onwards through the air, explosions of resonant power propelling it even faster as it flew on, straight and true.

Jing Taixu's Wind Demon's Wrath.

While the moth in Ao Bai's eyes was still disoriented, the spear landed square in the center of the area that Sun Dasheng had opened up for them, where the silver dragon scales were more scarce.

Wind Demon's Wrath took the work a step further, scouring the remaining scales clean off with its abrasive energy. All that remained now was a clean, silvery layer underneath, a resilient, final layer of protection that looked to be weaved...