At that moment, Lei Wuming held his breath and focused, veins bulging across his forehead. Blood tears could be seen streaming from his eyes, and his complexion had faintly turned somewhat pale.
All of this, added together, made it impossible not to sense just what kind of effort Lei Wuming had put in behind the scenes for the sake of revenge after his defeat.
And now, he was only one step away from final success. Asking him to give up a victory already within reach at a time like this—how was that any different from asking him to die?
In the end, through the combined efforts of Qin Jiuge, Fahai, and Lei Wuming, the dragon body Long Jiangzuo had transformed into finally ran out of strength and was tightly bound.
The Three Thousand Blade-Splitting Swords shaved away the might of his tyrannical fleshly body. Immediately after, Fahai used his Purple Gold Alms Bowl to firmly suppress the dragon essence inside him, and only then did he draw him into the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, finally subduing everything.
On the surface, it was finally over.
And at that very moment, with the battle between the highest-level combatants concluded, the shift in the situation on the battlefield below was only natural.
With a Buddhist Sect Lion's Roar, Fahai directly unleashed an area-wide strike, and the mass of aquatic beings lost their senses one after another.
After that, the human side struck out fiercely, naturally beating those aquatic beings down one by one, the main focus being absolutely no mercy.
The human prodigies hidden in the shadows burst out one after another into unprecedented cheers.
"In the end, our human race is still superior. If not for the Dragon Clan's tyrannical fleshly bodies, how would the prodigies of our human race be even