As chaos erupted here, even more terrifying waves of Soul Power spread from the buildings deep within the imperial palace, followed by a piercing dragon roar.
The hollow night sky was filled with auras of Soul Power in every color, casting brilliant lights overhead. In an instant, the buildings near the center were directly destroyed by an overwhelming surge of Soul Power. Amid the flames filling the sky, a giant dragon covered entirely in blood-red scales flew out from the ruins. Standing atop its head was a grim-faced middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's face was deathly pale, with a trace of blood still at the corner of his mouth. Beneath his feet, nine Soul Rings slowly revolved, giving off an eerie blood-red glow.
To everyone's surprise, the middle-aged man's ninth Soul Ring was actually blood-red. In other words, his ninth Soul Ring was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Roar—
The blood-red dragon raised its head and let out an enraged roar. An invisible wave spread from its body, and the corpses lying on the ground nearby seemed to be drawn by some strange force. The remaining Soul Power and even the blood within their bodies were gradually drained away before pouring madly into the blood-red dragon's body.
You Mengchu calmly emerged from a patch of ruins. With a single step, she arrived atop one of the palace halls, her icy gaze fixed on the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man roughly wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes full of vigilance as he looked at You Mengchu. In that brief instant just now, if he had not erupted with power at the last moment, he would likely have already fallen to her attack.
Moreover, he could feel an immense pressure emanating from her. This meant that whether in Soul