A Single Punch Splits the Heavens

The endless void had long since been torn beyond recognition by Dou Qi raging at its utmost limit.

The once ethereal space was like the most fragile glass, forcibly crushed by an invisible immense force. Cracks spread madly like spiderwebs, and within every fissure surged chaotic currents that made souls tremble, as though they would instantly devour any intruder.

This was the battlefield, the focal point of the clash between two great forces. Even the void itself had become a sacrifice.

The West Dragon King, South Dragon King, and North Dragon King were overflowing with killing intent, their eyes crimson as though bloodfire burned within them.

Their bones emitted dense explosions like muffled thunder. It was the sound of their Dragon Bodies expanding frenziedly at their limits.

Their thousand-zhang bodies churned and twisted through the void. Every scale bulged, while dense purple-gold radiance, nearly material in substance, surged from the gaps, as if it would pierce straight through this torn expanse of space.

This was already the ultimate form they, as Ancient Void Dragons, could attain. Clearly, they were giving everything they had this time, with no room left to hold back.

The three colossal dragons that blotted out the sky linked head to tail, forming a chain of death stretching across the void.

Vast Dou Qi intertwined and collided wildly between their claws and fangs, which could tear mountains apart.

There was no earth-shaking roar, only an even more terrifying silence—until it erupted with a bang!

As the energy continuously gathered, a pillar of light, carrying a shriek that could tear apart everything and could not be stopped, blasted relentlessly toward Zi Yan.

Its mere projection crushed the entire void into wailing and trembling, as though space itself would be ground away and obliterated by that utterly ferocious might.