The phantom of a Purple-Gold Giant Dragon swept forth alongside the Brilliant Gold Long Spear. The instant it left Zi Yan's palm, it transformed into a purple-gold bolt of lightning that tore through the void.
Its dragon head was held high, violet-gold flames capable of incinerating stars spilling from between its fangs. As its dragon body twisted and coiled, every scale gleamed with an overbearing radiance capable of crushing all things. It complemented the brilliant golden glow of the spear, trailing a purple-gold streak across the void that stretched for thousands of miles. Wherever it passed, even the flow of time seemed forcibly dragged along, emitting an overwhelmed hum.
The might of this strike had long surpassed the scope of ordinary Dou Techniques. The space along its path crumpled inward layer by layer like paper kneaded by an invisible force. Energy vortices capable of devouring everything churned within the black rifts, only to be pulverized into dust the instant they touched the spear and dragon phantom, unable to even raise a ripple.
The spearhead pointed directly at the center of the North Dragon King's dark dragon brow.
Yet at this very moment, due to the coordination of their earlier defensive formation, the dragon bodies of the South Dragon King and West Dragon King were slightly inclined forward, blocking the North Dragon King less than a hundred zhang away.
To shield the North Dragon King from one of Zi Yan's killing moves, their dragon claws were still crossed in midair, their dragon tails slightly tensed, forming what appeared to be an impenetrable defensive arc. This had originally been a joint defense against Zi Yan's subsequent attacks, but now it became a "barrier" before the North Dragon King. Worse still, the West Dragon King and North Dragon King happened to be directly