Blazing flames poured into his body. At that moment, Lin Yukun felt as though his entire body was about to melt.
The thirty-six Celestial-level members of the qilin clan who formed the Wind-and-Thunder Thirty-Six Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation each unleashed a sword strike. Thirty-six beams of sword light shot toward the dragon-shaped sun in the void like rainbows piercing the sun. Clearly, the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin beasts had realized that escaping one by one was unrealistic. Even if they wanted to flee, they first had to blunt the might of Wen Kaishan's forbidden art.
But these Celestial-level experts from the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin beast clan had underestimated both the dragon clan's forbidden art and Wen Kaishan's cultivation.
Amid a long, resounding dragon's roar, the dragon shadow within the blazing sun let out a furious bellow and exhaled dragon breath. Endless flames swept across the battlefield, engulfing every Celestial-level Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin beast. The thirty-six beams of sword light vanished in the flames.
The Celestial-level Winged Qilin beasts drew out another expanse of sword light in terror, trying to hold back the dragon breath rushing toward them. Their curtain of swords melted with ease beneath it, and one by one, the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin beasts began turning to ash. As for Lin Yukun, who had already fled some distance, a dragon claw caught up and pierced through his body. His Primordial Spirit failed to escape as well.
After unleashing several consecutive attacks, the dragon-shaped sun in the void had grown faint. Even the low-cultivation headless white corpses and qilin could sense the deep twilight aura within it. Yet a tiger's might lingered even in death. Wen Kaishan had sacrificed himself to wipe out Lin Yukun and the Wind-and-Thunder Thirty-Six Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation, truly stunning the corpse and qilin armies pouring through the