Frost climbed over Wen Tingdao's entire body at an even faster pace. The newly advanced Dragon Lord's body crystallized with frost under the sunlight, and he shivered uncontrollably as he froze.
"Not good!" Wen Yan and the others were horrified. They desperately poured their strength into the Fangtian Halberd, hoping to channel more totemic power.
But human strength had its limits. With the cultivation of the three of them, they could do no better. The attacks they launched through the Fangtian Halberd several times were all effortlessly neutralized by the Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor. They could only watch helplessly as Wen Tingdao's situation continued to worsen.
Faced with Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor's mysterious and powerful methods, Wen Yan, Jin Tong, Gu Han, and the others could not help feeling a wave of powerlessness rise within them.
The strength of an Emperor-tier powerhouse was simply too terrifying. If this continued, Wen Tingdao probably would not last much longer, and Yan Ji would be next.
The three of them and the Dragon Clan army could hold out for a long time, but that would only drag out the time until their defeat. In the end, they still could not escape the fate of being picked off one by one.
The Dragon Clan had only these methods at its disposal. Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor had already secured victory, though there was still one small surprise. Soon, a fierce thunder intent tried to break through his dreamscape.
Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor looked at Yan Ji in surprise. The unyielding, fearless fighting spirit emanating from her truly startled him, while the source of thunder-element laws within her body grew increasingly concentrated at that moment.
With a clang, Yan Ji finally drew her blade despite the frost covering her body. Yet under Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor's