"Dragon Skeleton: Prison Suppression!"
A cold voice shook heaven and earth, like divine punishment descending with the might of the heavens.
Behind Fang Mo, the giant dragon phantom that had originally been formed only from blood vitality and energy suddenly solidified. Its scales were dark gold, its eyes deep as abyss, and an immense pressure born from the primordial ages, capable of suppressing all things, erupted with a boom.
This was not an energy impact, but a suppression by laws of a higher order.
Centered on Fang Mo, the storms within several hundred miles froze instantly like a river locked in ice.
Even the wind-gang tornadoes capable of shredding space slowed by a hundredfold the instant they touched this domain of suppression, as though they had fallen into a boundless mire. Even their forms began to warp.
For the first time, clear and intense shock appeared in the three pairs of scarlet compound eyes of the three-headed beast.
They felt their connection to the storm forcibly severed by an incomparably domineering force. The azure diamond-shaped crystal on its forehead flashed frantically as it tried to regain control, but the storm had seemingly turned viscous, as though mired in sludge.
Roar!
The beast roared. It knew it had underestimated its enemy. This human who made it feel danger was far stronger than it had imagined, and its other two heads began gathering energy.
Lightning and flames converged as vast energy surged.
Buzz!
At that moment, the Ancestral Dragon Blade in Fang Mo's Dantian trembled slightly.
Heaven and earth seemed to pause.
Fear!
Intense fear enveloped the three-headed beast.
The gathering storm seemed as if Fang Mo had pressed a pause button. Even the lightning and flames that had been gathering in its mouths nearly dispersed.
Then the Blood Dragon Battle Blade