The Dust Settles

At the mountaintop, the battle grew ever fiercer.

Two streaks of golden light, like two roaring giant dragons, intertwined, collided, separated, and collided again at the center of the peak.

Spear shadows crashed down like mountains, while sword light poured like waterfalls. Every clash erupted with blinding sparks and deafening thunder, peeling away and crushing the rocks beneath their feet layer by layer.

Bang!

After a head-on clash of immense force, the two figures simultaneously shot back dozens of meters, plowing two deep trenches across the ground. Broken stones flew everywhere, dust churned wildly, and the two faced each other across the devastated battlefield.

Ji Taiyan gripped his Dragon Spear tightly, his eyes fixed on the figure opposite him. His face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

After dozens of exchanges, he was already certain that his current strength could not break through the Golden Dragon Armor's defenses. And the longer this dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation became for him.

At this point, he had to find a way to increase his strength by a significant margin if he wanted to defeat Dongfang Haoyue.

"I need to borrow your power," Ji Taiyan said heavily in his mind.

"Have you thought this through?" that low voice sounded again. "As a prince, if an unexplained outside power appears within you, how will you explain it to the Imperial Clan?"

"That is my problem. I will find a way to handle it." Ji Taiyan's voice carried unquestionable resolve. "Now—

lend me your power!"

"Very well, as you wish."

As soon as those words fell, a deep and heavy Soul Power surged from within Ji Taiyan's body. Like an undercurrent, it flowed through his meridians and fused strangely with his Golden Dragon Force.

His aura abruptly surged. Golden Psionic