The terrifying energy storm raged on for a long time, its violent, frenzied aura seeming intent on tearing the entire world apart.
In the void, pitch-black rifts spread like a spiderweb. Distorted light churned ceaselessly at the heart of the storm, giving off a teeth-grating sound of tearing.
Even the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had been churned into fragments, as though the very firmament could scarcely withstand such destructive ripples.
The storm wreaked havoc for an unknown length of time before that world-ending power gradually subsided.
The surging spiritual radiance filling the sky slowly faded like receding seawater, revealing the battered, hole-riddled space behind it.
Dense remnants of energy lingered in the air. Crackling arcs of electricity intertwined with moaning currents of wind, as if they were still recounting that terrifying collision from moments ago.
In midair, a tall, slender figure stood quietly.
He wore a robe of blue-green, its hem fluttering gently in the residual airflow without the slightest sign of disorder.
His features were handsome and clear, and an otherworldly air rested naturally between his brows, as if the energy storm that had nearly destroyed heaven and earth had been no more than a breeze brushing his face.
He was immaculate from head to toe, without a trace of injury. Even his aura remained as calm and steady as an ancient well whose depths could not be seen.
Not far away, two figures were struggling to rise from the void in disarray.
More than half of the Primordial Ancient Dragon's golden scales, which had once covered his entire body, had shattered, exposing the bloody flesh beneath.
Golden blood flowed slowly down from the wounds where his scales had broken, condensing into glittering droplets in the void. Several savage wounds were clearly visible across his back, shoulder