The wind blew without letup.
Only the Three Void Arts remained in the Asura World.
The first to speak was the One Person, Ten Thousand Lives Art.
The serpent-like monster coiled around the Bronze Pillar, flicking its tongue lightly as it said:
"Interesting. This is truly interesting. I always thought the owner of the Parallel World Art was the spirit of a Dragon Race, an outsider from the void as well."
The Pale Giant continued, "I never expected it to have obtained the power of the Four Saint Pillars Fire and been lurking around us all this time."
The Pale Giant suddenly let out a furious roar that shook heaven and earth.
Its entire body came apart, turning into countless pale beetles that swarmed across the sky.
The beetles flew for a while, then suddenly transformed into a giant hand that grabbed several of them.
The giant hand crushed the beetles into dust.
The serpent-like monster atop the Bronze Pillar changed expression and hissed.
Points of light flew from its body, transforming into seven or eight Bronze Pillars in the world around them.
Bound to those Bronze Pillars were several Bronze Lords. They all looked dazed, seemingly unaware of what was happening around them.
The serpent-like monster studied the Bronze Lords closely, then suddenly bared a sinister grin.
"You dare plot against me? Die!"
A pained expression suddenly appeared on one Bronze Lord's face.
Like a balloon being inflated, his body rapidly swelled before bursting into a shower of blood.
The next instant,
all the Bronze Lords turned into clusters of light once more and merged into the serpent-like monster's body.
The giant hand in the sky also descended, reassembling into the Pale Giant.
They stared at the Dragon God, their bodies radiating astonishing killing intent.
"Legend has it that