Chen Chuan stood atop Su Kuo's shoulder. The Snow Monarch Blade in his hand pierced down through the side of his neck, threads of Spiritual Fire seeping downward along the blade.
But he knew it was not over yet. The descending Spiritual Fire was blocked by strands of deep crimson spiritual flame, while an intense force churned within that body like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
He could tell that this force was far stronger than the earlier Spiritual Impact blast.
Is it finally coming?
He pulled out his blade, stomped hard against the body, and instantly retreated into the distance.
Almost the next instant, roiling mist rose from Su Kuo's body, spreading across a vast stretch of land and climbing into the sky. Scarlet flashes like lightning could vaguely be seen within, along with an intense and dangerous aura that radiated outward.
Even the Old Imperial Household soldiers some distance away showed terrified expressions. Mister Zhuan and the others stiffened, for the mental and field power spreading outward carried an overwhelming pressure.
Chen Chuan watched the transformation with calm eyes. With the intensity of the Spiritual Impacts continuously spreading outward, even if he rushed forward, he could not stop the process. But that did not mean there was nothing he could do.
He raised his hand, and light simultaneously lit up in his palm. After a moment, a platinum-white orb of light shot fiercely forward and crashed into the mist in an instant.
Yet a burst of scarlet radiance erupted there as well, scattering the Spiritual Light Orb. It flashed several more times in succession, blocking the several follow-up Spiritual Impacts.
At that moment, the mist gradually dispersed, and a heavy pressure enveloped all directions. A colossal figure over thirty meters tall appeared upon the plain, its