"Dragon Bone · Prison Suppression!"
His icy voice thundered across heaven and earth, like divine punishment from the heavens.
Behind Fang Mo, the giant dragon phantom—once nothing more than a gathering of blood and energy—suddenly became solid. Its scales were Dark Gold, its eyes as deep as abysses. A vast, primordial pressure that could suppress all things erupted with a roar.
This wasn't an energy shockwave, but a suppression by a law of a higher order.
For hundreds of miles around Fang Mo, the storms froze in place like rivers turned to ice.
Even the Wind Gang tornadoes, powerful enough to shred the void, slowed a hundredfold the instant they touched the field of suppression. They seemed to sink into an endless mire, their very shapes beginning to twist.
For the first time, clear and intense terror showed in the three giant beasts' three pairs of scarlet compound eyes.
They felt their connection to the storms forcibly severed by an overbearing, unparalleled force. The cyan rhombus-shaped crystals on their foreheads flashed wildly, trying to reclaim control, but the storms had grown sluggish, as if mired in muck.
The giant beasts roared. They knew they had underestimated their opponent. This human, who made them feel threatened, was far stronger than they had imagined. Energy began to gather in their other two heads.
Lightning and flames converged, surging with immense energy.
Just then, the Ancestral Dragon Blade in Fang Mo's Dantian trembled faintly.
Heaven and earth seemed to falter.
Fear!
An intense fear engulfed the three giant beasts.
The gathered storms seemed to freeze as if Fang Mo had pressed pause. Even the lightning and flames gathering in their mouths nearly dispersed.
At that moment, Fang Mo swung the Blood Dragon Battle Blade. He felt the force of his strike multiply several