The golden light that had once shielded him from the wind and rain had vanished. Tang San was finally forced to face the storm head-on.
Heaven and earth seemed to wail. A Silver Dragon darted through the storm, rolling and appearing and disappearing amid the dark clouds.
Tang San instinctively bent over, wanting to curl up, but with astonishing willpower, he forced himself to remain upright and tried to keep flying toward the shore.
Tang San's body was already riddled with pits and wounds. Golden light seeped from his injuries—he could no longer control the divine power within him.
Boundless, biting cold spread through Tang San's body as well, making even his body begin to stiffen.
The rain was not rain. Every falling drop was water of laws. As the rain struck Tang San, all kinds of law power continuously invaded his body.
Tang San's eyes gradually became vacant, their brilliance gone.
If one could enter his sea of consciousness, they would see that the once dazzling golden sea was now nothing but ruins, filled with cracks. The divine soul controlling this avatar had also become illusory, gradually dispersing amid the howling gale.
The wind was not wind. The roaring tempest was likewise wind of laws. Once it swept past, even a divine soul would be scattered, never to be reborn.
Perhaps its rage had been spent. The storm subsided, and brilliant sunlight once again spilled across the sea. The salty, damp sea breeze gently brushed the surface, raising ripples.
The ten-thousand-meter-long silver dragon silently watched the tiny cluster of golden light before it. That was the last remnant of Tang San's divine power.
The dragon's jaws opened slightly. An invisible breeze passed by, and that speck of golden light vanished from the world like powder scattered by the wind.