Roar!
An enraged dragon's roar pulled everyone back to their senses.
On the battlefield, the Golden Sacred Dragon's massive body still shone brilliantly, but anyone with eyes could see that its radiance was dimming at a visible rate.
After its companion had been killed by Han Yuchen at the cost of severe injuries, the Titled Douluo puppet besieging it became increasingly frenzied.
It abandoned all defense, and every attack was a fight-to-the-death exchange.
Every breath and every dragon claw strike from the Golden Sacred Dragon could easily tear it into a pool of writhing black sludge.
Yet in the blink of an eye, that sludge would gather and reform, charging forward fearlessly once more.
This unkillable trait was simply the nightmare of every Assault System Soul Master!
"No, the Soul Power consumption is too great!" Master, the core of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, was pale as paper, his voice filled with profound helplessness.
Every moment spent maintaining the Golden Sacred Dragon's form was an immense burden on the three of them. Now, they felt as though their Soul Power were floodwaters released from a broken dam, pouring away madly.
Elsewhere, Han Yuchen forced himself up from the ground. Blood still flowed from the hole in his left shoulder where the dagger had pierced it, and every breath made his lungs feel as though they were being torn apart by the intense pain.
Yet he merely tapped around the wound a few times with his right hand, temporarily sealing the bleeding with Soul Power. Then, with icy eyes, he looked toward the battlefield locked in bitter struggle.
He raised his still-functional right hand and pressed it toward the air.
"Come forth, Starbone."
A massive dimensional formation unfolded beneath his feet. A colossal skeleton radiating ancient dragon might slowly rose from