If Chen Yi had been alone, taking down this Coiled Dragon would not have been easy.
But was it really wise to ignore the other Rank 7 players?
One Rank 7 player and a group of Rank 7 players were entirely different matters.
Just as Chen Yi and Clarence Cantra fell into a brief stalemate.
Several bullets compressed with psychic power to the extreme struck the Coiled Dragon squarely in the forehead.
Each bullet tore a massive, vicious crack through the Ancient Battlefield formed by the Coiled Dragon.
At the same time, altars crashed down onto the Ancient Battlefield one after another.
Every altar that fell generated a suppressive force.
Both the Ancient Battlefield and the golden dragon body condensed by Clarence Cantra dimmed slightly.
It had originally been able to hold its own against the Left Hand of the Flame God, but under the suppressive force, it gradually began to lose ground.
The Coiled Dragon roared, "Explode!"
The Ancient Battlefield and the golden dragon body both shattered, turning into a storm of countless weapons.
Borrowing the force of the Self-Destruct, Clarence Cantra burst forth with speed and forcibly fled its current position.
Amid the thunderous roar.
A palm-sized gap ten thousand meters wide appeared at the center of the weapon storm, forcibly interrupting it.
A bottomless palm-shaped crater had also appeared on First Main City, which had already needed repairs.
Meanwhile, Clarence Cantra had already charged out of the innermost encirclement.
Before it could break through any farther.
A voice rang out.
"Constraint: Wasted Steps."
A reverse constraint of the spatial type.
Everyone knew the weakness of spacetime-type abilities at Rank 7.
But no one could underestimate a Rank 7 player, even if he was spatial type.
Clarence Cantra was not controlled.
Yet no matter how it shattered the