Dragon Tomb Crisis: The Tyrannical Devouring Vortex and Nan Feng's Level One Hundred Transformation

"Don't mistake courtesy for weakness."

Seeing this, Nan Feng could not be bothered to waste any more time. He turned to the Three-Eyed Golden Lion. "Pour all of your Fate Power into me!"

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion did not waste words and obediently nodded.

The third Fate Eye on her forehead flared with crimson light. An incomparably profound, intangible force that seemed capable of rewriting causality instantly enveloped Nan Feng's body.

Feeling Fate Power bolster him, a ruthless glint flashed through Nan Feng's eyes.

He abruptly raised his right hand and no longer suppressed the pure evil energy rampaging wildly through his body after losing the restraints of Divine Sense.

Under Nan Feng's deliberate guidance, that violent evil energy surged out through his meridians and rapidly condensed above his palm into a rotating, deep and terrifying gray-black vortex!

"Go!"

With a flick of his wrist, Nan Feng hurled the black vortex, which contained ultimate Devouring Power, directly into the sky!

Rumble—!

The vortex swelled against the wind, transforming into a terrifying black hole that blotted out the heavens!

A horrifying suction force capable of devouring even light erupted from within it!

Most crucially, amplified by the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's Fate Power, that Devouring Power directly ignored the dragon souls' immunity and forcibly locked onto the rampaging dragon souls in midair, dragging them down toward the black hole's center!

Those proud ancient dragon souls let out terrified roars and struggled desperately, yet they could not break free from that tyrannical pull.

The Silver Dragon King panicked at once and cried out, "No!"

After all, they had once been her clansmen. She truly could not bear to watch them suffer the fate of having their souls scattered.

Nan Feng's expression remained cold, with no intention of stopping. "I don't have the time