Purple-gold blood rain, carrying the agonizing pain of the Ancestor Dragon Origin being torn apart and boundless power, fell like spears of heavenly punishment, ripping through the lingering Chaos Energy field within the stone cavern! Its target was Yan Lingji, drained of strength, and that puddle of dark gold sludge!
Before the blood even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already constricted Yan Lingji's breathing! Her inner lamp was exhausted, the phantom of Pangu Hall had dissipated, and she was almost powerless against an attack originating from the very source of such a supreme existence! The Qingping Sword Sheath in her arms gave off urgent resonant hums, yet could no longer release any sword intent.
Critical moment!
A mysterious black figure shifted sideways like a phantom, placing himself between Yan Lingji and the sludge!
Ying Zheng!
His expression was cold and stern. Tai'a Sword had yet to return to its sheath, dark gold dragon aura surging wildly along its blade as he slashed upward without hesitation! Rather than meeting the blood rain head-on, his sword momentum flowed in a perfect circle like a shield. The dark gold dragon aura transformed into a spinning vortex barrier, attempting to divert and deflect the pouring purple-gold True Spirit Blood!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Several condensed purple-gold Blood Beads crashed viciously into the dragon aura vortex! Like red-hot iron balls plunging into ice water, they instantly unleashed terrifying annihilating energy!
Boom!!!
Blinding purple-gold flames exploded! The violent shockwave sent Ying Zheng staggering back three steps, and the hem of his Mysterious Black Dragon Robe was instantly scorched black and torn apart! Tai'a Sword let out a mournful cry, the dragon aura around its blade dimming. He grunted, forcibly suppressing his churning blood, while a trace of shock flashed through his dragon eyes. This was merely a