Two li away, dark clouds churned and pressed across the horizon like thick ink, swallowing the bright moon in an instant. Above the firmament, a hideous, terrifying rift looked as if it had been torn open by an invisible giant blade.
Hundreds of clusters of crimson ghostlight flickered and drifted within that deep fissure, like will-o'-the-wisps from the Nine Nether Hell breaking free of endless shackles.
The second wave of the iron-winged frenzy swept in with bone-chilling night mist, crashing over them like a surging tide.
Just then, the bright moon hanging high in the ten-thousand-zhang sky was quietly devoured by a heavy pall of shadow.
An extremely shrill cry tore through the silent night sky. The gleaming crown-shaped crystal spikes of the Crystal Winged Dragon Peng sliced through layers of cloud like sharp swords, refracting the remaining moonlight into thousands of keen shards that scattered down upon the world.
This veteran Saint King actually dove down like a meteor along a bizarre, angled trajectory that defied the laws of nature.
The dazzling rainbow light bursting from the crystal-clustered chain wings at its tail was like a falling star smashing into the earth, burning deep, charred furrows across the emerald-bright dome barrier.
Within that rainbow light was the Crystal Wind Saint Flame.
That was right. This Crystal Winged Dragon Peng possessed four attributes at once: fire, wind, earth, and crystal.
Chen Hong's gaze suddenly focused, and his fingers swept across the sword's spine like lightning.
In an instant, at the scorched mark on the dome, ice crystals spread wildly like frenzied vines, quickly condensing into a hundred-zhang-tall ice sword, its cold light biting and its aura overwhelming.
The extreme frost aura and the crystal-winged rainbow flame collided with a crash like two surging torrents.
Fire and earth fused into crystal,