Lin Yan looked at the giant claw that blotted out the sky and sun, wreathed in destructive silver light, and his heart turned cold. The spiritual power within him was nearly exhausted, his Dao Sprout listless. Even the two little creatures inside the Chaos Eternal Treasure Furnace were transmitting feelings of weakness and fear. He had already played every card he had, yet he still could not see any hope of survival.
Could this really be the end?
But... what about that unknown powerhouse hiding behind me? Why haven't you made a move yet? If you don't act now, I'm really going to die!
Just as Lin Yan silently complained to himself, with the giant claw about to close and the spatial vortex about to swallow him whole—
"Wretched beast! Do not be so arrogant!"
An enraged roar seemingly containing endless majesty exploded above the Cold Spine Mountain Range like thunder from the Nine Heavens.
The instant that voice appeared, the entire battlefield's space trembled. It was not because the Golden Immortal Beast had withdrawn its pressure, but because another equally vast pressure—more righteous and majestic, carrying the boundless rhythm of Water Essence—had descended with a crash, standing in opposition to the beast's spatial pressure.
A deep-blue figure seemed to step directly out of the void, appearing above the Ye Character Camp. He was a middle-aged man clad in a deep-blue imperial robe embroidered with dragon patterns, with a pair of crystalline dragon horns on his head and an ancient, imposing face.
There was no dazzling radiance around him, yet he seemed to be an unfathomable sea himself. With every gesture, he stirred the Water-element Law across tens of thousands of miles. His aura was as deep as the sea. He was clearly a Golden Immortal Level expert—and a Dragon