The Day the Dragon Fell

How empty. How tragic.

Born into this world, among a population of tens of billions, there was only one person who cared about her, and only one person she cared about.

Living for someone else was one thing, but she was actually willing to accept that.

Yet now, this somewhat empty life seemed to have reached its end.

Besieged by many, no matter how many enemies there were, with this body covered in Dragon Scales, she should not have been held here.

But the other side had not only obtained a weapon that could specifically target her, even the whole of Heaven Dou City had been covered in seven-colored divine power, making escape impossible.

Nor could she win.

Basically, it was a certain-death situation.

Soul Tools were basically unworthy of them, whether defensive types or any other kind.

It had nothing to do with whether they looked down on them or not. They simply felt they were useless. At this level, they could use Mental Power, or even stronger divine power, to suppress a Soul Tool's activation.

Even though Soul Tools had now been greatly optimized and iterated upon after being countered by Mental Power, that did not mean they were completely unaffected. Mental Power at the divine origin level could still do it.

Even if they really had a class-nine or class-ten Soul Tool, it would be useless. Heavenly Saint Abyss could split it open in one strike.

"I'll take you away."

Yun Che sent the Black Empress flying with a single punch, then landed beside Su Mengchan.

Do not think that the Primordial Wraith Martial Soul, which specialized in attacking the soul, gave little enhancement to the body. In essence, the Primordial Wraith counted as a Body Martial Soul. The difference from previous Body Martial Souls was that