Heaven above and earth below—only I stood supreme.
Life and death, reward and punishment, were all mine to decide.
That was the power of a domain.
If they had truly fought with blades and spears, Li Mu Yang together with the Heart of Weak Water might perhaps have been able to take down Kun Peng. Not to mention that the Red Moon Wolf King, which was on the verge of condensing a physical body, was standing by to provide support.
But unfortunately, they had plunged headfirst into the domain of the Kun Beast.
The vast Northern Dark Sea could be said to be the rear garden conjured by the Kun Beast—or perhaps its beastly palm. To fight it here was an unbearably difficult task.
Your strength was bound, making it difficult to display your full power. Yet the master of the domain could summon wind whenever he wanted wind and summon rain whenever he wanted rain. Even if he wanted a hundred thousand divine soldiers, it would be no more than a turn of his thoughts—so long as those hundred thousand divine soldiers were useful to him and his cultivation could support such an enormous expenditure of Primordial Spirit.
Indeed, maintaining such a vast domain illusion required a powerful foundation of primeval energy.
It was like supporting a household filled with old and young, singers and opera stages—it took a great many Gold Coins.
Li Mu Yang's body was covered by ice and snow, and thick ice wrapped him tightly from head to toe. Li Mu Yang struggled with all his might, but his body only grew stiffer. Dragon aura leaked out, turning his entire body bright red, as though it were about to catch fire. He tried to use the Dragon's Flame to melt the layer of ice.
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