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The massive friction of energy twisted and fractured the light in that space, and Yan Chou Long's molten-gold dragon pupils even saw several drifting strands of rosy light crushed and annihilated in an instant beneath the claw tips.
But in the end, it was a hurried defense, and what it faced was Yan Chou Long's wrathful full power, amplified by a double true body.
It held for only two breaths.
Bang—!
That dreamlike sphere of mist, flowing with thousands upon thousands of colors, finally reached its breaking point beneath the unceasing destructive might exerted by the Demonic Dragon Claw.
Like a bubble pierced by overwhelming force, it exploded from its core.
There was no earth-shaking boom, only a hazy spread of seven-colored rosy light, like light smoke and thin gauze, spilling out in all directions and swiftly dissolving into nothing in the air—this was the final form of the Ten Thousand Miles of Mist barrier, reduced to the most primordial rosy cloud and mist.
The barrier before the left claw shattered, leaving only the briefest instant of delay.
Chen Xiaojun's Black Tortoise Shield was still held steadily before him, the yin-yang twin fish rotating like a millstone as it directly faced the Demonic Dragon right claw striking down.
Behind the shield, the veins in Chen Xiaojun's arms bulged like coiling dragons, and bloody foam once again seeped from the corners of his mouth, yet he did not retreat a single step.
The ferocity on Yan Chou Long's face had already solidified. After his left claw tore through that strange colored mist, the resistance dropped sharply, and it accelerated toward the shield—he meant to combine both claws' force and crush this damned turtle shell in one blow.
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