When the Dragon Emperor's massive body slowly emerged completely from the Magic Circle, an unparalleled pressure swept across the battlefield like raging waves. In the eyes of these dragons, this pressure far surpassed that of the Ankhseram God. Even the Ten Saints-level magic beasts and dragons were suppressed by this overwhelming force, their bodies trembling uncontrollably before they fell one after another into the turbulent sea like kites with severed strings.
Even the Dragon King-level dragons were affected by this pressure. Their originally powerful strength seemed insignificant at this moment, and every movement required far more effort and power than usual.
The Dragon Emperor's enormous pupils instantly locked onto the twenty-seven Dragon Kings of the militant faction who still had no opponents.
Under the Dragon Emperor's gaze, these twenty-seven Dragon Kings felt as though they had returned to the moment of their birth, when they had been targeted by the other Dragon Kings. That feeling of fear and helplessness surged back into their hearts, filling them with despair and terror.
However, the Dragon Emperor gave them no chance to catch their breath. Wielding the enormous Ambrosius, he charged straight at the twenty-seven Dragon Kings like a moving mountain.
As the Dragon Emperor drew closer, the twenty-seven Dragon Kings' situation grew increasingly dire. Some of the Dragon Kings forcibly elevated by the Ankhseram God completely lost the ability to move under the Dragon Emperor's pressure, and could only watch helplessly as he approached.
Those who had originally been Dragon King-level beings could still barely flap their wings, but their struggles were utterly feeble. They desperately tried to flee the battlefield, but the Dragon Emperor was simply too fast, leaving them no way to escape his pursuit.
While the Dragon Emperor was flying, Ambrosius had already begun charging up.
"Dragon Emperor's Radiance!"