"Roar..."
The roar coming from the depths of the cave grew more and more pained and savage, accompanied by the chilling sound of flesh and bone being crushed and kneaded apart.
And that terrifying pressure slowly stabilized amid its wavering fluctuations.
A nearly solid pillar of energy shot into the sky, and a strange spiritual ripple unfurled to its fullest like a butterfly breaking from its cocoon. The surrounding air was stirred by that wondrous force, twisting and warping the brilliant scene along with it.
"What a powerful spiritual impact!"
Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly. Even he felt a heaviness settle over his soul, let alone ordinary experts. If a ripple like that spread outward, a whole crowd of Dou Ling could lose consciousness on the spot.
So this was the power of a Dou Zong...
"Whoosh!"
The moment it came into contact with the ripple, the Amethyst Winged Lion King flapped its wings in panic and retreated far into the distance. "M-my lord, didn't you say to strike midstream before it finished crossing the river? Now, now hasn't that ugly bab—cough, that senior already succeeded?"
Strike midstream?
Hadn't the guy already made it ashore?! Medicinal ingredients, magic core—at this rate, both their lives were going to be lost together! Oh, no.
This lord was an alchemist, and no ordinary Dou Emperor either. No matter what, he could survive.
The Amethyst Winged Lion King looked up at the sky with incomparable grief. So after all that, it turned out the other party was confident he could protect himself, and the only one present whose little life might end at any moment was it...
"Pfft!"
Hm? The Lion King watched as Xiao Yan lit different flames in his two hands—one a forest-white, bone-deep cold, the other a dazzling flame woven from