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──❝The Youth Of Jin Clan Of Lanling❞──

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With fluidity and elegance akin to those of a masterful dancer, she moved across the heavens as if part of an ethereal ballet, her every motion a testament to grace. In her one hand, she held a fan that became an extension of her artistry, a symbol of both delicacy and hidden potency. In a single seamless maneuver, she conjured a swift, circular gesture, unfurling her fan in a singular, powerful motion. As the fan sliced through the air, it traced a clean and decisive arc, leaving in its wake a spirited gust, as if nature itself had awakened in response. A radiant, otherworldly luminescence enveloped the fabric, casting an enchanting glow, as a mysterious shape began to take form from within the folds of the fan. Yang, the celestial dragon, embodies the essence of light and tranquility and began trailing out the fan. A slender, serpentine body moves with a serene grace, gliding through the heavens as though dancing to the whispers of the wind. The scales that adorn its majestic form shimmer with a resplendent combination of silver and gold, reflecting the brilliance of the sun and the moon. Its eyes, deep pools of wisdom, radiate a serene glow that mirrors the tranquility it embodies. As it moves, the dragon seems to leave trails of soft, glowing light in its wake, illuminating the surroundings with a gentle radiance. 

With a resounding roar that echoed through the surroundings, Yang surged forward, a formidable force in motion. As it glides effortlessly through the air, its elongated and sinuous form undulates akin to a shimmering stream of light, a graceful display of fluid motion. Its sinuous serpent form coiled around the demonic undead, constricting with an awe-inspiring might, the pressure exerted by its embrace nearly suffocating. With a swift and forceful motion, Yang reared its head backward, unveiling a menacing array of razor-sharp fangs as its jaws parted wide. In a decisive moment, it lunged forward, its mighty form hurtling toward its target with intent. With a swift and forceful motion, Yang reared its head backward, unveiling a menacing array of razor-sharp fangs as its jaws parted wide. In a decisive moment, it lunged forward, its mighty form hurtling toward its target with intent. With a bone-crushing impact, its jaws snapped shut, locking the creature within a vice-like grip. 

The sheer force unleashed by the dragon's power acted as an anchor, effectively entrapping the struggling undead with an unyielding hold, leaving it devoid of any chance for escape. As the dragon maintained its unrelenting stance, an ethereal radiance began to emanate from the scales that adorned its form, casting an otherworldly luminescence upon the undead captive. This spectral glow, while gradually sapping the creature's strength, failed to completely eradicate its existence. Despite the weakening effects, the undead persisted in its futile struggle, its decayed limbs thrashing in a desperate bid for liberation from the dragon's unyielding embrace.

Yet, entwined within this awe-inspiring sight was a grim reality—the imprisoned demonic spirit writhed within the dragon's grasp. With a determination that echoed through its ethereal presence, the dragon sought to unravel the malevolent entity ensnared within the undead. A cosmic battle ensued, the dragon's essence intertwining with the demonic spirit, each force vying for supremacy. Its efforts were deliberate and methodical, as it gingerly attempted to separate the sinister presence from the undead man. However, within the clutches of the dragon, the demonic spirit fought back fiercely. The left arm, infused with unusually potent resentful energy, proved to be a formidable obstacle. The struggle manifested in an intricate display of swirling energies, a clash of opposing forces that crackled and clashed, each vying for dominance in this ethereal tug-of-war.