A surge of overwhelming power flowed into Wen Yan, Zi Luo, and Wen He.
Their bodies had been weak to the extreme, and all three had been gravely injured. Now, they felt their strength returning in a short time. Their weakness and agony faded by several degrees.
Wen Yan and the others were each astonished. Given their current realms, the cultivation techniques they practiced and the bloodline powers they had awakened were all different.
Few dragons could pour their power directly into the three of them and have it absorbed to some extent without being rejected.
Yet what was happening before their eyes had somewhat overturned their understanding. The dragon power rippling out of the Fangtian Halberd stirred an inexplicable sense of kinship in Wen Yan and the others.
They could not command this unfamiliar power as easily as their own limbs, but at least they did not reject it. Instead, they felt an inexplicable affinity for it.
"What overwhelming power! It—it feels as though it was gathered from countless dragons. How is that possible?" As a rare Golden Immortal-level dragon in the secret realm, Wen Yan had immediately sensed the wonder of the dragon totem's power.
The last time Lu Xiaotian had used the Fangtian Halberd in the dragon secret realm, the weapon had been nowhere near as powerful as it was now. It had never reached such an astonishing level.
"A totem formed by gathering the power of all living dragons naturally has a powerful capacity to embrace everyone." Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly.
"If you'd come to the secret realm sooner, Big Brother Ying, there might have been a chance to turn things around. But now the great edifice is on the verge of collapse, and the entire dragon secret realm could crumble at any moment. We dragons