Boom! The protective barrier shattered, yellow fragments spraying in every direction.
The disciple was blasted away on the spot, drawing an arc through the air, and even the light on his Golden Body dimmed by several degrees.
Roar! A dragon's cry rang out, deep and majestic.
Zhou Long stood behind the Time Spirit, the long sword in his hand blooming with Yellow Light, like a yellow sun rising along the blade.
He slashed out, and the phantom of a Yellow Dragon soared from the sword, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws with ferocious momentum as it lunged straight at the Time Spirit!
The Time Spirit had just blasted that junior brother from Origin Hall away, and its massive body was in the defensive vacuum between old strength fading and new strength yet to form.
Facing the roaring phantom of the giant Yellow Dragon, it no longer had time to make any effective block.
It could only hurriedly drive the silver light around its body to the limit, using the power of time to slow the Yellow Dragon's speed.
Immediately after, it barely twisted its body and threw out a hasty punch.
But how could the Time Spirit's rushed counterattack possibly contend with Zhou Long's full-power sword strike, one he had been building up for so long?
The silver fist radiance and the phantom of the yellow giant dragon collided thunderously in midair, but after only the briefest stalemate, it was violently crushed.
The Time Spirit's massive body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, plowing a long trench through the silver seawater.
And just then, the Origin Hall junior brother who had been knocked back earlier had also steadied himself again and rejoined the battlefield.
The two attacked from left and right together, and with the