On Coiled Dragon Island, countless Water Tribe spectators erupted in earth-shaking cheers, as though they could already see the dawn of victory.
Even the assault team Lin Yan and the others were part of could feel the tide turning. They could already see the turmoil in the Fierce Beast Army's central ranks in the distance and the flood of fleeing beasts.
"We won! We're going to win!" Ao Ye let out an excited dragon roar and smashed a True Immortal Level Fierce Beast trying to flee into pieces with one claw.
The Auspicious Qi around Mo Xuan surged as he continuously purified the surrounding Malevolent Qi. A relieved smile appeared on his face. "At last... is it about to end?"
Lin Yan also breathed a sigh of relief. The prolonged intense battle and mental consumption had left him somewhat exhausted. Victory was within sight, and all he wanted was to rest properly after the battle.
However, just as the entire Dragon Clan believed victory was assured, a sudden change occurred!
An indescribably terrifying pressure surged forth like billions of years of mysterious ice suddenly melting into an immeasurable tide, and like an invisible giant hand sweeping across the entire Bloody Battle Ice Plain.
Time seemed to freeze at that instant.
The deafening Battle Cries, spell explosions, and Fierce Beast roars... all sounds vanished. The charging fierce beasts seemed to have been struck by a immobilizing spell, frozen stiff where they stood;
The charging Dragon Clan soldiers felt as though they had fallen into an invisible swamp. Every movement became incomparably difficult, and the circulation of their inner power became sluggish beyond measure;
Even the eight Golden Immortal Level beings battling high in the sky noticeably slowed down, staring in alarm and uncertainty toward the source of the pressure—the depths of