"How did that not shatter?"
Seeing Ye Lin withstand his attack, Dragon Two raised a brow, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. Clearly, Ye Lin's strength had caught him off guard.
Dragon Three snorted coldly and threw another punch.
This time, the punch carried even greater force than before. The fist wind roared with the might of dragons as it slammed into the already cracked sphere of swords.
The sphere of swords finally gave out, exploding apart.
Countless fragments of Sword Qi scattered in every direction, like shattered glass.
Ye Lin's body was exposed before the three of them.
Dragon One raised a hand and struck down with his palm.
The dragon-shaped phantom condensed once more, larger, fiercer, and more violent than before.
Its enormous claw descended from the sky, carrying the power to crush all things as it viciously struck Ye Lin.
As though he had been smashed by a mountain, Ye Lin plummeted from the heights and crashed into the ruins below the void.
Ye Lin's body punched through the earth, gouging out a massive crater. Rubble sprayed everywhere, and dust filled the air.
He lay at the bottom of the crater, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and staining his robe red.
His body was injured in many places. The most serious wound was on his chest, where Dragon One's palm had struck; the bones there had cracked, and every breath came with stabbing pain.
These three fellows—any one of them is no weaker than that Holy Clan bloodline wielder.
And all three are at the third level of the Quasi-Saint realm. They've got some real skill.
Ye Lin swiftly assessed their strength to himself.
Though he was at a disadvantage.
His gaze remained calm.
His eyes pierced through the dust filling the