The Dust Spear had actually shattered!
The spectators behind them were all stunned.
This was an advanced eternal treasure, possessed of such powerful eternal properties that even time could not alter it. Just what sort of existence was this phantom image?
Everyone from the various factions, including the white bird, hurriedly retreated.
They feared being caught like fish in a pond struck by disaster.
But they soon discovered that as the Dust Spear disintegrated, the phantom image also began to fade.
That eased everyone's minds.
Apparently, blocking that spear had taken a considerable toll on the phantom image. If it could truly kill Wan Zhencang with a wave of its hand, none of them would have dared remain here.
"Hmph!"
Wan Zhencang noticed the change as well.
He snorted coldly.
Waves of red light rose from his body, condensing into a Blood Claw that reached for the phantom image.
The phantom image's beautiful eyes shifted expressively. A flash of dazzling light transformed it into a small sword as lustrous as creamy jade, which pierced the Blood Claw in a single thrust.
The sword's force abruptly surged.
Its white blade unleashed seven-colored sword light, like rainbow after rainbow, sealing off every direction around Wan Zhencang.
"You think you can kill me? Dream on!"
Wan Zhencang did not panic.
With a low shout, he released a blaze of blood-red light. In an instant, he transformed into a Crimson Giant Dragon, threw back his head with a dragon's roar, and swung his head and tail as he fought against the seven-colored sword rays.
Under everyone's astonished gazes.
The force that had shattered even the Dust Spear was easily broken free of by the Crimson Giant Dragon.
"Roar!"
After regaining his freedom, the giant dragon opened his bloody maw and sucked in the colored