The terrifying gravity, enough to crush mountains, was held fast by the golden fist aura, unable to sink even an inch farther.
The ground beneath Chen Yan's feet still cracked and collapsed wildly, but he stood motionless as bedrock, like an immortal peak rooted here since time immemorial. No matter how the heavens and earth were overturned, he remained unshaken.
Taking advantage of the suppression from the gravity domain, the Corpse Dragon suddenly whipped its massive head around!
A breath condensed from purple-black deathly energy, wrapped in fine purple lightning and radiating decay that could consume all life, poured down toward Chen Yan like a river of death surging from the depths of hell!
Wherever the breath passed, space twisted and collapsed. The remaining bones instantly turned to ash, and even the hard rock walls were corroded into bottomless pits, their edges sizzling with eerie purple smoke.
Facing this terrifying dragon breath—powerful enough to grievously injure or even kill an ordinary eighth-rank demon king—Chen Yan showed no fear. Instead, his fighting spirit blazed.
"Bring it on!"
He roared, yanked back his left hand to gather strength, then unleashed an uppercut that shot toward the heavens!
A dazzling golden light suddenly ignited at his fist, seeming to contain the rise and fall of countless stars!
[Selflessness]!
"Bzzzt—!"
A golden beam, concentrated to the extreme and no thicker than a finger, shot through the air!
The beam was fine as a thread, yet so scorching it seemed to compress the sun's core into a single line. It left a burning mark that lingered in the void, while the fragments of space along its edges curled slightly like pages scorched through by fire!
"Sss—!"
Like a red-hot needle piercing thick, rotten flesh, the golden beam met the purple-black dragon breath with a piercing