On the battlefield elsewhere, the wind and snow had descended into complete chaos.
Within a radius of several miles, the ice had shattered into countless floes of varying sizes, like a mirror repeatedly smashed by a massive hammer.
Dark gold and emerald-green light crisscrossed over the shattered ice. Every collision blasted out a visible ring of air, sweeping broken ice and snow into the sky before they fell in a rustling shower of ice rain.
Gu Linyuan fought with increasing ease.
He had completely adapted to every way this dragon body could exert force.
The swing of his dragon tail, the rotation of his shoulder blades, the angle at which his claw tips struck—all of it had been honed through countless clashes into an almost instinctive fluidity.
Every claw strike and every tail sweep was more precise and fiercer than the last.
What supported all of this were the two utterly opposing yet subtly balanced powers within him.
Destruction Domain.
It was the most formidable and purest offensive power in the world, without equal.
It had no flashy variations and no complex evolutions—only the most primal will of destruction: annihilate everything, shatter everything, end everything.
Every streak of dark gold light carried the imprint of the Destruction Domain. Wherever it passed, even the free Soul Power in the air was torn apart and collapsed, leaving behind brief vacuum fissures.
When Ice Empress's scorpion tail collided with his dragon claw once again, that destructive energy spread along the surface of her shell, producing a series of faint hissing sounds.
She looked down and discovered an exceedingly fine, shallow crack in her emerald-green shell, which was harder than refined iron.
Even a full-force strike from a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast might not have been able to leave such a mark on her.
Ice