Di Tian's battle against his inner demon lasted a full half hour.
Xiao Chenlong glanced at the Silver Dragon King and teased, "You're quite patient."
"When it is time for me to act, I naturally will. But that time has not come yet."
At that moment, Di Tian endured having his dragon abdomen pierced by the inner demon's dragon claw and suddenly lashed out, clamping his claws tightly around the other's throat.
His massive body wrapped tightly around the inner demon, dragging it headfirst into the lightning sea at the very core of the tribulation clouds. Blinding violet-gold radiance instantly swallowed the entire sky.
Thunder and Dragon Roars intertwined into deafening booms. Everyone had no choice but to close their eyes, able only to feel that terrifying energy wreaking havoc between heaven and earth.
In the end, the inner demon was shattered by Di Tian, breaking apart into specks of light that filled the sky. Yet Di Tian himself had also reached his limit.
However, the tribulation clouds did not disperse. Instead, they collapsed inward in an even more terrifying form.
The ink-black clouds churned into a dark-purple, nearly black vortex, while blood-colored lightning seeped from its center.
This was a certain death trap, an absolute shackle carved into the bloodline of the Spirit Beast Clan. Throughout countless years, no spirit beast had ever survived crossing this heavenly chasm.
At that moment, Di Tian floated directly beneath the vortex, his Black Dragon body already riddled with wounds.
Golden dragon blood dripped endlessly from the cracks in his scales. Several wounds deep enough to expose bone had been torn across his dragon wings, and even those golden eyes that had always burned with pride were now veiled in a dim gray haze.
"My Lord, Di Tian can't hold on much longer.