A colossal, ferocious dragon—Yang An could clearly sense an unfathomable aura of cultivation from its body. It was terrifyingly profound, at least at the Corpse God level.
Yet it had not forcibly attacked Yang An. Instead, it used bewitching means to make Yang An approach it of his own accord and touch the light above its head.
At first, Yang An had merely remained on guard and had not thought much of it. It was only when the Lamp Dragon spoke to beguile him that he came to his senses.
If it really was that powerful, why would it need such underhanded means? Wouldn't it have been simpler to strike directly?
The only explanation was that, due to some restriction, the Lamp Dragon could not attack—or it was merely an empty shell.
As for the light-based technique displayed by the Lamp Dragon, the golden sphere of light above its head, Yang An dismissed it with disdain.
He was not merely talking big. If this was a light-based technique, then it was far too weak.
None of the light-based techniques he possessed could be compared to the one the Lamp Dragon had displayed.
Sure enough, when Yang An decisively attacked and unleashed his strength without holding back, the Lamp Dragon collapsed at the first blow. It instantly became countless illusory bubbles, ultimately leaving behind only this flaming phantom with an eye.
The flaming phantom was very small—of course, only compared to the Lamp Dragon's original colossal size.
In reality, the flaming phantom was nearly as tall as a person, and the strange single eye upon it was as large as a human head.
The single eye reflected golden firelight. Amid countless white feathers interwoven with vein-like tendrils, it trembled violently.
That single eye seemed almost sentient. It looked at Yang An