The moment the dragon's might dissipated from Tang Wulin's room, several powerful auras came rushing in from all directions like sharks scenting blood.
The disturbance tonight had been far too great. The clash of pressure at the Deity and Dragon King levels was like a lighthouse in the night, instantly alerting every powerful expert stationed nearby.
The first to arrive were two figures.
Wu Zhangkong and Long Bing.
"Wulin!" The instant Wu Zhangkong saw the ruined door and Tang Wulin lying on the ground, his pupils contracted sharply. He flashed into the room like lightning.
He swiftly crouched down and placed his fingers on Tang Wulin's wrist. A stream of pure Ice Attribute Soul Power entered his body.
Long Bing stood guard at the doorway, vigilantly surveying the mess inside and outside the room, as well as the lingering traces of two utterly different and terrifying pressures that made one's heart tremble.
"How is he?" Long Bing's voice carried a trace of barely perceptible tension.
The commotion had been far too great. The culprit's cultivation was undoubtedly above both hers and Wu Zhangkong's.
Anyone would be lying if they said they were not nervous.
Wu Zhangkong's tightly furrowed brows eased slightly.
"His Soul Power is in turmoil, his blood and qi are roiling, and his meridians have suffered some impact injuries. But his life is not in danger. It seems some extremely tyrannical force forcibly struck his bloodline origin, causing him to fall unconscious. That force was terrifying. The lingering aura..."
Deep wariness and confusion flashed through his eyes.
"It resembled that of a dragon, yet it stood above every dragon I know."
He quickly took out a pill that radiated a cool aura and fed it to Tang Wulin, helping him stabilize his chaotic breathing.
Just then, Wu Zhangkong