One careless move, and the whole board was lost—using those words to describe Tian Xiang's current situation was a little too much, but to say he was in a sorry state was no exaggeration at all.
He had no time to counterattack. Under this storm of furious assaults, he could only defend, and he had no chance to use the Ten Thousand Scroll Heavenly Book either.
In other words, he could only rely on his own strength and endure it head-on.
Originally, this was extremely unfavorable, yet Tian Xiang's face remained cold to the extreme. Once his initial rage passed, he had recovered his calm.
Tian Xiang was in no hurry!
A faint hint of mockery even showed between his brows.
A very fine ambush.
But so what?
Since it could not bring him down, that proved it was a failure.
As time passed, the situation had gradually begun to turn in his favor.
Very soon, he would be able to turn guest into host and make these foolish True Spirits pay the price.
Before that thought had even finished turning through his mind, a clear, soaring dragon roar entered his ears.
The True Dragon's entire body shone with brilliant light, and golden waves of light sprayed from its mouth.
No... it was not only the True Dragon doing this. Its nine sons also responded at the very first moment.
The angles at which they stood seemed, on the surface, to have no connection, yet they faintly matched the rules of heaven and earth. Tian Xiang vaguely thought of a legend.
But it was too late...
Boom!
Golden waves of light crisscrossed and swallowed him.
There was no need to mention the power of the True Dragon's breath, but that alone still could not break Tian Xiang's defense.
Yet the