From its head, to its neck, to its body, to its tail.
More and more cracks appeared, growing denser and denser like a spiderweb crawling across the Ancestral Dragon's enormous body.
Roar—
The Ancestral Dragon let out one final, unwilling roar.
Boom!!!
Its body exploded with a deafening crash.
It became a sky full of motes of light, drifting between heaven and earth like hundreds of millions of fireflies.
Every speck of light carried the aura of a Demon Race expert.
Now, those auras were shattered beyond repair, no longer able to gather into a dragon.
On the Arena, three million Demon Race experts spat out blood in unison. Their faces were white as paper, and they swayed on the verge of collapse.
The Ancestral Dragon Battle Formation had been broken.
Yet that Human Ancestor battle spirit still stood quietly in the air.
His white robes fluttered, his expression tranquil, as though everything that had just happened had been no more than a trivial flick of the fingers.
He lowered his head and glanced at the three million Demon Race experts whose faces were ashen with despair.
Then he raised his head and looked toward the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's viewing platform.
His gaze remained calm—calm as if he were looking at a swarm of ants.
Dead silence filled the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's viewing platform.
The smile on Marshal Liu Zheng's face froze completely.
The corners of his mouth were still curved from his laughter moments ago, but his eyes were now filled with shock and disbelief.
"How... how is this possible?"
he muttered, his voice hoarse as a broken gong.
The Ancestral Dragon Battle Formation—the elite force the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty had cultivated at enormous cost.
The Ancestral Dragon battle spirit summoned jointly by three million Demon