This clash lasted for a moment. Dao Lord Taichu felt the Dao Sword in his hand begin to tremble, while the Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor staggered backward step by step.
Dao Lord Taichu secretly rejoiced. At last, he had gained the upper hand.
However, at that moment, an incomparably powerful force erupted from the Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor's body. His dragon claw shook violently, knocking Dao Lord Taichu's Dao Sword away, then seized Dao Lord Taichu's body and slammed him ruthlessly into the ground.
Dao Lord Taichu groaned in pain, feeling as though every bone in his body was about to shatter.
The Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor stood beside him, his gaze cold and merciless.
"Do you think you've already won?" Dao Lord Taichu struggled to his feet. Though his body was injured, his will remained firm.
The Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor sneered. "You do have some skill, but it is still far from enough.
"I will make you understand what true power really is!"
His body swelled once more, and the aura of the black dragon grew ever more violent.
This time, he did not merely attack Dao Lord Taichu. Instead, he unleashed a terrifying wave of Dark Energy that shrouded heaven and earth around them.
Dao Lord Taichu felt as if he had been trapped in a realm of darkness, unable to breathe or move.
He clenched his teeth and concentrated all his strength at a single point, trying to break through this prison of darkness.
Yet the dark prison seemed to possess inexhaustible power, making Dao Lord Taichu's efforts appear utterly insignificant.
The Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor mocked him, his voice echoing through the darkness like a demon's whisper.
"Dao Lord Taichu, is this all you're capable of?" The Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor's voice was filled with