The atmosphere in the arena froze solid.
The Ten Epoch Holy Spirit Formation had been freed, yet for a moment, it lost its direction.
Rao Yaoyao could not find where the Fortune Golden Dragon had gone, while Dao Qiongchang was equally stunned that the divine sword Xuancang had somehow lost several centuries' worth of Holy Spirit Hall's fortune.
The two both froze in place. Those standing nearby could tell that something was amiss.
"What happened?" Teng Shanhai asked blankly.
Rao Yaoyao and Dao Qiongchang had been communicating through voice transmission. Outsiders had no idea what exactly was happening in the battle.
On the ground, the people of East Heavenly King City and Yunlun Mountain Range had been released from their frenzied state. A collective cheer erupted as they loudly sang praises of Holy Spirit Hall's power and virtue.
Yet high in the sky, Rao Yaoyao and Dao Qiongchang's holy thought phantoms stared at each other, both in incomparably foul moods.
Teng Shanhai received not the slightest response to his question.
Then, an abrupt sound rang out.
"Burp~"
A full belch.
It came from the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale!
Rao Yaoyao's expression changed drastically, and she immediately turned to look at the black dragon scale.
Dao Qiongchang sensed it as well. When he turned back, even his holy thought phantom could barely maintain its shape from the shock, beginning to tremble and distort.
"Cackackacka..."
After that full belch, an eerie, miserable laugh seeped out from within the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale.
What followed was a sinister, low sigh, laden with the highest praise. "What a marvelous taste. It has been a very long time since this Emperor last ate so heartily..."
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered the hearts of every spirit cultivator within the Ten Epoch Holy