His eyes narrowed slightly at that instant. A trace of hesitation flickered through his gaze, so faint it was almost imperceptible, as though he had recognized something. But it vanished at once and did nothing to halt his attack.
The golden wheel of light continued to descend, now less than ten yards above Li Bufan's head.
In that moment, Li Bufan felt pressure unlike anything he had ever known.
The old man's cultivation far surpassed his, and the golden wheel was more powerful than any attack he had ever faced.
But he neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, he summoned every scrap of power from his three dantians at the same instant.
His Upper Dantian, Middle Dantian, and Lower Dantian shook violently together. True Essence, Blood Qi Power, and spiritual sense surged through his meridians like three crimson floods, pouring into the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste above his head.
The instant that immense power entered it, the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste erupted with light so fierce that it drove back some of the shadow cast by the old man's golden wheel.
Then, guided by his spiritual sense, the Crimson Fire Flowing Paste condensed into the phantom of a crimson coiled dragon a hundred yards long. It hovered above his head, its head raised high, its body winding, blazing red light flowing between its scales.
As he unleashed Dragon Gang Suppresses the World, the staggering sight of the hundred-mile dragon's body he had just witnessed in Red Dragon Cavern played over and over in his mind.
The dragon's dominance, its crushing presence, its majesty—all the aura and rhythm he had sensed from the fallen giant's remains gathered within that phantom.
The crimson dragon was far more solid than it had ever been before. A glimmer almost like the light in a living