Right Arm

Zhou Leng gently shook his numb, aching right arm.

Advance and Blast Ten Thousand Nations far exceeded his imagination. Both its power and the burden on his body were several times that of Divine Light Skyburst.

This was only Advance and Blast Ten Nations. Once he reached Advance and Blast Ten Thousand Nations, its power would be even greater.

What was more, East Wind Fist still had its final killing move.

No wonder the cultivation instructions repeatedly warned him to use this move sparingly—at most three times a day. Any more, and the human body could not endure it. Even at Zhao Dongjun's peak, he had only used thirty punches in a day before recuperating for an entire year.

Usually, there simply was no suitable opponent to test it on. Now that he had finally encountered the Twin Shadow Dragon, he could not afford to hold back.

Yet even after using the Star Phoenix Return-to-Heaven Technique, his flesh had reached its limit, suffering damage that could not heal for a short time.

A gate of light appeared ahead. After thinking it over, Zhou Leng still chose the Advanced Gate.

He stepped forward and entered.

Ahead, a team of Dragons stood in strict formation, waiting for him.

A full seven Demigod Dragons stood in an arrowhead formation. At their head was, astonishingly, an Upper Demigod Realm Dragon, while the other six were all Mid Demigod Realm. Behind them stood another eight Lower Realm Demigod Dragons.

The instant Zhou Leng steadied himself, the Dragon Team opened their mouths in unison. Light spheres formed within, and they spewed out dragon breath.

Star Cluster Dragon Gathering Cannon.

Whoosh...

Fifteen streams of dragon breath in every color converged, becoming an enormous rainbow torrent that instantly swallowed Zhou Leng.

Swish...

A strange sound rang out, and