Might of the Ancient Dragon

Roar! Bear Monarch threw back his head and let out a long howl. The sound was like rolling thunder, exploding between heaven and earth as if it would shatter the sky itself.

A visible ring of energy ripples violently blasted from his nostrils, like surging, raging waves carrying a terrifyingly powerful impact.

Like a cannonball shot at high speed, it hurtled fiercely toward Tang Lan with lightning speed. The air was viciously torn apart in its wake, emitting a sharp, piercing howl as though groaning in pain.

Tang Lan's gaze flashed like lightning, a sword-sharp gleam appearing in his eyes.

He slowly extended his left hand, the movement elegant and unhurried, like a Grandmaster wielding a brush in ink, filled with artistic grace.

In an instant, a vast and mighty suction force erupted like a bottomless black hole, forming a mysterious vortex.

The vortex spun madly, radiating a heart-palpitating pull as though it could devour everything in the world.

To everyone's shock, that mass of energy containing terrifying power was effortlessly drawn into the vortex and absorbed into his body, vanishing without a trace as though it had never existed.

"What?" Bear Monarch's eyes widened, his face full of shock and disbelief.

His gaze at Tang Lan was filled with deep wariness, as though he were looking upon an invincible myth.

"Second soul skill: Tyrant's Wind Devouring Thrust!" Tang Lan shouted lowly. Though his voice was not loud, it seemed to contain endless majesty and power.

The Overlord Spear in his hand gave a slight shake, swift and powerful enough to seem capable of shattering the void.

In an instant, a brilliant streak of white light burst from the spearhead. It shone like the blazing sun, so dazzling that none could look directly at it.

Then, like a surging tide,