Yan Libing and the Horse-Face Ghost could see even more clearly that the sky, as though torn asunder, was actually pouring down blood-red liquid.
It was like a wondrous sight formed by the merging of a vast galaxy, a waterfall suspended from the heavens, and the blood of the firmament.
For a time, both men were utterly immersed in that mysterious, magnificent, and boundless spectacle, unable to pull themselves free.
Meng Zhao, meanwhile, exerted all his strength, wielding the Myriad Heavens Imperial Dragon Ziwei Emperor Scripture. With the Emperor Dragon as its foundation, Ziwei as its form, Buddhism, Daoism, and demonic arts as its roots, and the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning as its branches and leaves, he unleashed a surging torrent of peerless divine power.
Bolts of blood-red Heavenly Punishment Lightning were annihilated, canceled out, swallowed and digested, assimilated...
Until the Blood-red vertical pupil no longer possessed any power to defend itself, the Ziwei True Dragon that Meng Zhao had transformed into thrust out its foreclaws. Like blades plowing through the heavens, the claws flipped outward to either side and tore viciously apart.
With a ripping sound like cloth being torn, echoing in every direction, the Blood-red vertical pupil was shredded to pieces. Yet the bloody radiance gathered without dispersing, merely turning into a drifting stream of light in the sky, transforming from the Blood-red vertical pupil into a mass of blood-colored mist.
Meng Zhao returned from his hundred-li True Dragon Aspect to human form, standing proudly in the void.
At the sight of that blood-colored mist, his eyes burst with brilliant light, and he drew in a savage breath toward it.
Inhale, inhale, inhale, hiss, hiss, hiss!
With an earthshaking inhalation, like a dragon drawing breath or a whale swallowing the sea, a terrifying