However, Li Moxun knew nothing of the deep wariness those peerless powerhouses held toward him.
Once his true body returned along with the Secret Realm, he quietly sat down cross-legged, his form already beginning to transform in the direction of draconification.
Even his body had begun to completely merge with the White King's power.
This change from the inside out undoubtedly brought bone-deep agony, yet Li Moxun remained as steady as a rock, utterly motionless.
His gaze quietly fell upon Little Erii beside him, and Little Erii was looking back at him as well.
The girl slowly raised her slender hand. The sword "Sloth" in her palm emitted a powerful yet eerie radiance.
A strange force surged forth. Together with their combined power, it suppressed the White King, whose strength was forcibly weakened almost instantly.
Such merciless suppression thoroughly enraged the White King.
The enormous White Dragon threw back its head and released a series of incomparably shrill roars. Jagged bone spurs erupted across its body, and its entire draconic form began to rapidly distort into something increasingly horrifying.
Fortunately, that frightening transformation did not last long.
As the White King's strength was suppressed once more, his massive body gradually shrank until it was once again firmly pinned down, unable to move in the slightest.
Only after sensing the White King's power completely weaken did Li Moxun gently draw a breath.
The young man slowly opened his eyes. A shocking streak of blood marked those golden vertical pupils.
Fine threads of blood reflected in his eyes, yet they did not make him seem particularly sorrowful.
Instead, his expression remained fairly calm. Though the White King's rampage had come fiercely, it was still within his acceptable limits.
He had even anticipated such an upheaval beforehand, and the situation he had predicted