"Crack."
A faint crisp sound was especially piercing amid the noisy battlefield.
It was like an exquisite piece of porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, cracks spreading across it in an instant.
In the sky, the majestic Golden Sacred Dragon let out a mournful cry.
The golden light around its body had once been like the blazing midday sun, but now it flickered like a candle in the wind.
The black tentacles wrapped around it tightened further.
They were formed from the Shadow Power Xue Beng had unleashed, carrying a nauseating corrosiveness.
"Pfft—!"
On the ground, Yu Xiaogang, the core of the formation, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood stained his robes and the earth beneath his feet.
"Xiao Gang!"
Flender and Liu Erlong cried out at the same time, their faces turning pale as paper.
Though the Golden Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was formidable, it had its limits.
Against Xue Beng, bolstered by "divine power," they could no longer hold on.
"Ha ha ha! Shatter! All of you, shatter!"
Xue Beng laughed madly, curling his fingers into a claw before clenching them fiercely.
Boom!
The Golden Sacred Dragon could no longer endure it. Its enormous body disintegrated in an instant.
Golden fragments scattered through the sky like a sorrowful rain of light.
The immense backlash sent Yu Xiaogang and the other two flying.
They crashed heavily into the ruins dozens of meters away, without even the strength to rise.
The final line of defense had fallen.
Despair filled the eyes of Shrek Academy's students.
Even Master and the others had lost. Who else could stop this devil?
Han Yuchen, Han Yuchen!!!
Xue Beng hovered in midair, savoring the fearful gazes of the crowd.
The feeling of controlling life and death intoxicated him.
"Who's next?"