"Break!"
A low shout rang out, like gold and jade striking together, sending layer upon layer of ripples through the empty, desolate secret vault.
A sharp light flashed in Cheng Buzheng's eyes. The vast Magic Power within him surged like rushing rivers, all of it gathering at his joined sword fingers.
His body remained still, yet his robes fluttered without wind. A stern aura had already locked onto an apparently ordinary patch of empty space within the starry river overhead.
He pointed through the air. The movement appeared light and casual, yet it contained a resolute Dao intent that would shatter all methods!
Whoosh!
An incomparably condensed, dazzlingly brilliant arcane golden light shot from his fingertips, like a sword of judgment descending from the nine heavens, like the first ray of dawn tearing through eternal night!
It was so fast that it surpassed the limits of Divine Sense perception, as though it had skipped the distance of space itself. The instant it appeared, it had already struck its target.
The golden light hit without deviation, precisely striking the Reverse Scale of the golden Flood Dragon phantom that was leisurely leaping among the stars!
That was the vital Reverse Scale of the golden Flood Dragon, and also the most central, most concealed node of this Restrictions formation.
In an instant, a sudden change arose!
The golden Flood Dragon, originally so agile and lifelike as though it possessed life itself, suddenly froze in its posture of roaming the sea of stars, as if an invisible giant hand had seized its lifeline.
The light in its dragon eyes dimmed at once. Its enormous phantom shook violently, releasing a series of faint yet distinct cracking sounds, like a precious glazed Treasure Tool collapsing from within.
Immediately after—
The entire Flood Dragon phantom abruptly contracted