The enormous central head of the baleful dragon beast suddenly opened its blood-gaping maw.
Yet it did not spew the usual flames or frost.
From deep within its throat came rings of dark-red shockwaves, visible to the naked eye.
Buzz—!
The ripples spread in an instant. Wherever they passed, space shattered inch by inch like fragile glass.
This was not an energy attack, but a spatial blast so violent it crushed everything in its path.
It was enough to effortlessly shake a Venerable Perfection Realm expert's body into dust.
At the same time, its colossal body, large enough to occupy nearly half the space, moved.
Its speed stood in stark contrast to its size.
A mountain of dark gold came crushing toward the tiny Li Wen.
All three heads locked onto their prey at once, sealing off every angle from which Li Wen could evade.
Power!
Pure! Ultimate! Violent! Power that crushed all technique!
In such a confined space, it was an absolute collision of flesh and blood!
This was the ultimate test of the third floor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower!
Outside the tower, on the light screen.
The white point representing Li Wen remained steadily within the third-floor zone.
One second, two seconds—three seconds—the passage of time seemed stretched out by an invisible hand.
Outside the tower, silence reigned.
Everyone's hearts had risen into their throats, their eyes nailed to that point of light.
Facing this baleful dragon beast projection that broke skill with brute force, so overbearing it defied all reason.
Could that newcomer, whose speed was so astonishing, still rely on his proud movement techniques and combat skills?
How long could he last? Ten seconds? Or would he collapse in an instant?
The corners of Pato Ironscale's lips even curled into an almost imperceptible sneer.
He seemed