Wen Yan had yet to completely cross the final threshold. Even though the ferocious entity before her possessed only a fraction of the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine's aura, it still exerted an indescribable pressure on her.
The phantom golden dragons trembled almost instinctively beneath the terrifying Dragon-Slaying Guillotine.
Buzz!
As the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine pressed down, an enormous barrier seemed to form beneath its blade, enveloping all four phantom golden dragons at once.
The Four Heavenly Emperors formed hand seals simultaneously. As one seal after another was added to the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, the power of its blade and the barrier it created continued to stack.
Under its incomparably forceful suppression, the figures of the four phantom golden dragons grew increasingly faint.
Boom! Having endured to their limit, the phantom golden dragons exploded amid unwilling roars.
A few beads of cold sweat seeped from Wen Yan's forehead. That mountain-toppling, sea-overturning pressure was not only disrupting the circulation of dragon essence within her body—even her divine sense seemed to be congealing under it. Now, she finally understood the pressure and despair the Dragon Lord had faced when confronting the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine. His circumstances had undoubtedly been far more difficult than hers.
Beneath such terrifying pressure, Wen Yan felt herself completely restrained by the enemy. This feeling of being suppressed in every possible way was truly unbearable.
Back when the Dragon Lord had still been in the Dragon Lord Realm, he had encountered other Immortal Lords wielding a shadow of the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine. Later, after ascending to the position of Heavenly Dragon, he had faced the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine wielded by the Four Heavenly Emperors.
Wen Yan felt that she had fallen into an unprecedented dead end, unable to find any means of responding for the moment. She could not help but think of how the Dragon