Meanwhile, beneath Ancestral Mountain.
The battle between the berserk mechanical dragon and the Primordial Dragon had reached a True Lord level, beyond any ordinary description of "martial combat."
It was closer to war, to a natural catastrophe, or perhaps...
Myth.
Heaven and earth were overturned, shattered, rewritten—like a canvas being casually smeared with paint.
Sky, earth, mountains, plains... everything was their battlefield. Golden forests burned, and metallic mountains melted.
All things within the Zhaolin Realm, whether ancestral divine beasts or Fierce Beasts, spirits born within the realm or martial artists from beyond it, were caught up in this unimaginable power.
Jin Yanhua let out a long cry as she soared into the heavens, then dove down like a Heavenly Collapse. A horrifying weight measured in billions of tons bore down alongside Five Armaments Divine Thunder powerful enough to rip apart Taixu. Even a stray arc of electricity melted away more than half of a thousand-zhang mountain in the distance.
To meet this blow, the Primordial Dragon coiled up. Countless blood-energy tentacles sprouted from behind Him and plunged into the lavafied earth, drawing upon the Earth Veins of the entire Zhaolin Realm, as well as the power of every person who had died in the previous battles.
The next instant, he exerted force. The ground beneath his feet, which he had used as a springboard, instantly collapsed, splitting open into canyon-like cracks. The surrounding crust heaved upward, forming new mountains and basins, while trillions upon trillions of tons of rock and sand blasted outward in every direction, becoming a sandstorm that swept across hundreds of miles.
The two collided in midair like two suns of different colors crashing together, separating, then intersecting once more.
The dragons clashed, slaughtered, and breathed upon one another. They tore at each other's flesh with claws,