A terrifying force surged forth with almost no resistance.
That vast, abyss-like pressure erupted without pause, spreading wildly in every direction like a tangible tsunami.
But Li Moxun noticed none of it, nor did he care.
Ignoring the shattered mental fragments and roiling shockwaves around him, he threw his battered body forward.
The White Dragon's body tangled violently with the massive White King. Their powers tore and collided wildly within the Spirit Sea, producing deafening, muffled booms.
But how could the White Dragon compare to the true White King?
Its claws could not pierce his scales, and its brute strength could not inflict any meaningful harm upon this ancient king.
The White Dragon's pure white scales were torn apart in an instant. Enormous wounds rapidly appeared across its body, deep enough to expose bone.
Yet the White Dragon continued fighting the White King in silence, like a silent statue, with no obvious change in its eyes.
Its body was ripped apart, its arms forcibly torn open, and blood sprayed out like fountains, dyeing the surrounding air a glaring crimson.
Yet its gaze remained terrifyingly resolute, without the slightest hint of retreat.
As the two fought madly, the fury in the White King's eyes began to give way to mockery.
He leisurely toyed with this weak prey, watching the White Dragon, which was nothing without his power, get effortlessly crushed beneath his control.
He relished the sensation of looking down from above and enjoyed watching his opponent gradually lose its life beneath his claws.
"Since you voluntarily gave up my power, you deserve this outcome."
"If you had fought me for ownership of the White King's power, I might have had to grant you a portion of it, or even fight you using only half my strength. Then, you might have