Meanwhile, Facing the overwhelming, surging tide of Ghost Flood Dragons, Cheng Buzheng merely stood quietly where he was, his body giving a slight tremor...
A vast and boundless, majestic pressure that stood above all living beings, like an ancient god slumbering for eternity suddenly awakening, swept outward from him without reservation!
In an instant, the terrifying torrent of destruction formed by countless Ghost Flood Dragons seemed to have its pause button fiercely pressed by an invisible giant hand.
From extreme motion to utter stillness, every Ghost Flood Dragon froze rigidly in midair, retaining the savage pouncing postures of the moment before, yet unable to move even a fraction!
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang...
Countless Ghost Flood Dragons, completely suppressed by the terrifying pressure, lost the power to remain aloft, plunging madly from the sky like dumplings dropped into a pot and smashing onto the dark-red, hardened earth with an unbroken series of dull thuds.
In the blink of an eye, the Dragon Tomb, which moments ago had overflowed with Killing Intent, became a complete mess. Every Ghost Flood Dragon lay sprawled upon the ground, unable even to writhe or struggle.
Cheng Buzheng cast an indifferent glance at the mountain-like heaps of Ghost Flood Dragons completely suppressed beneath his feet, his gaze calm and undisturbed.
Then, dazzling golden divine light flowed through his eyes once more. Like two searchlights, they began carefully sweeping across this vast and bizarre Dragon Tomb.
His gaze passed over countless gravestones and pierced through the dense Killing Intent. Before long...
at the very heart of the Dragon Tomb, a magnificent hall—towering, ancient, and seemingly built entirely from some kind of black boulders—entered his sight.
That great hall stood alone between heaven and earth, radiating an aura even older, deeper, and more dangerous than the surrounding Dragon Tomb.