Watching the surface of the Supreme Sea rapidly recede, Long Zhantian took a deep breath. Knowing that the other two had taken nearly everything they needed, he no longer hesitated.
Long Zhantian slowly rose into the air and pressed both hands toward the sea below. The Supreme Sea within him, already riddled with damage, began to churn with a roar.
At that moment, he used this Supreme Sea as fuel to rebuild his own.
Golden light surged behind him as the originally battered War Dragon Battle Form solidified once more. Its dragon head rose high, and its roar shook the heavens.
The Battle Form opened its dragon maw and inhaled sharply. The entire ocean began to tremble violently.
Countless muddy yellow water columns shot skyward, turning into waterfalls that poured back into Long Zhantian's body.
His dried-up and shattered Supreme Sea was gradually regaining vitality beneath the nourishment of that vast, boundless source energy.
The ashen pallor covering his face also rapidly faded during the process.
Seeing this, Long Qingyue's eyes reddened in the distance. Her hand around the Dragon Spear loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, until tears finally spilled from her eyes.
About two days passed before the sea finally dried up completely. The once boundless ocean had become a cracked basin of yellow earth, and even that heart-pounding pressure had vanished without a trace.
The Stone Island floating in the air seemed to have lost its final support. It crashed down and shattered into dust and sand.
Long Zhantian slowly descended from the sky. Though his face was still somewhat pale, his entire being seemed utterly transformed.
Only after a long while did Long Zhantian finally open his eyes.
His gaze was no longer murky. The gray, decaying Death Qi once hidden deep in his eyes had