"Is this the might of the Great Dao?" At that moment, Lu Yang was sheltering beneath the Universe Bell, his chest heaving.
Earlier, he had already tried all manner of techniques involving the Wood Dao, Thunder Saber, and Saber Dao, but Feng Chaoyang had incinerated them all with a single flame.
Whether it was Saber Qi, thunder, or Life Force, none could survive beneath the endless imperial fire.
Wherever the blazing imperial fire reached, space was burned into nothingness. All the rules and laws of heaven and earth vanished beneath its flames, leaving only the Fire Dao to fill the four directions.
Lu Yang could clearly feel that as the battle dragged on, the power of his many techniques grew weaker and weaker.
It wasn't that the Martial Dao Saint Qi within him was running low. The truth was that throughout the surrounding space, spanning thousands of li, all Dao Principles, laws, and rules had been driven out by Feng Chaoyang's Fire Dao Principles.
Naturally, the power of his attacks had been greatly diminished.
Had he not been protected by the Universe Bell, an Ultimate Emperor Weapon, Lu Yang would have already been defeated.
Yet even with the protection of an Ultimate Emperor Weapon, Lu Yang still felt immense pressure facing Feng Chaoyang, a Ninth Realm Supreme.
Because of his performance on the Tianjue Prefecture battlefield, his ancient curse arts could no longer serve as a surprise weapon.
During brief lulls in the fighting, Lu Yang had repeatedly tried to use curse arts to break the deadlock, but Feng Chaoyang had been prepared. Each time a curse altar appeared, it was burned to ashes by a nameless flame before the blink of an eye.
Since Lu Yang couldn't cast his curses instantaneously, the altar's appearance seemed to unfold in slow