The Lava Land Dragon's attack was swift and savage.
Five stone spikes wreathed in flame burst from the ground, stabbing toward Zong Shen from all directions.
Their surfaces were covered in lava-like patterns, their tips gleaming with searing white heat.
Each spike was sharp enough to resemble a claw reaching out from hell.
Yet Zong Shen simply stood there calmly, not moving so much as a step.
Just as the superheated spikes were about to touch his body, a faint chaotic halo emerged from his skin.
The spikes struck the halo as though they had hit an invisible, indestructible wall.
Amid several muffled bangs, they shattered one after another, turning into burning shards of rock and sparks that filled the air.
The fragments splashed against the rock walls and crystal clusters, crackling as they burst apart.
When the Lava Land Dragon saw that its attack had failed, the golden flames in its eyes flickered violently. It had clearly been enraged.
These monsters seemed to have very little brains and were easily driven into a furious state.
Its massive body leaned forward, and a blinding red glow lit up deep within its throat.
Then a scorching breath condensed almost into substance and surged forth.
The breath was a crimson-gold beam over two meters in diameter.
The air twisted violently wherever it passed, while even the rock walls melted into crimson liquid magma that dripped down.
Moreover, the breath was incredibly fast. Almost the instant it was unleashed, it crossed dozens of meters and shot straight at Zong Shen's face.
Zong Shen still did not dodge. He merely raised his right hand and held his palm out before him.
The scorching breath, hot enough to melt steel, abruptly stopped when it was still half a meter from his palm.
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