The galaxy surged like a mighty dragon. Countless phantom dragons weaved through it, then came crashing toward Lu Xiaotian as the middle-aged Daoist nun swept her sleeves. A strange look flickered across Lu Xiaotian's face. The nun's cultivation art seemed to have some connection to the dragon clan. The peerless dragon might contained within it, along with the attacks bearing traces of dragon essence, greatly troubled the Ice-Hidden Tribe and the Netherfiend Bone Soldiers.
The Abyssfall Beast under Lu Xiaotian's control could no longer afford to hold back. As it devoured everything in its path, those imposing dragon phantoms were swallowed just like ordinary Star Extremity Tribe warriors, barely making a ripple.
The Abyssfall Beasts behind Lu Xiaotian and the warriors of the other tribes stared in stunned silence. Even the middle-aged Daoist nun who had cast the spell wore an utterly incredulous expression. Those dozen or so dragon phantoms were not especially powerful attacks by her standards. After all, her strongest means lay in the Profound-Heaven-grade immortal artifact, Star-River Mountain Shift. With it, she could suppress several Golden Immortals and hold back the chaotic army before them from striking the Star-River Myriad Manifestations Array.
That was true for her, but for junior Heavenly Immortals, the attack was almost impossible to withstand. The dragon phantoms had been among the things attached to the clan's first recovered image of the Starry-Sky Tower. They were likely remnants of dragon souls from the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, which had fortuitously taken refuge inside the image and survived to this day.
The middle-aged Daoist nun had originally planned to refine them and fuse them into her Nine-Bend Star-River art, which would surely have greatly increased its power. But the situation was too urgent for her to wait. She had to bring them out to break the