Liang Zhaohuang and the other two had faced danger all the way here. Just as they reached the entrance to the Dragon Tomb, they discovered that the environment here was even worse, with far more Fierce Beasts blocking their path.
The little dragon formed from the dragon horn in the Dragon Horn Compass was about to fall into the jaws of several Fierce Beasts that had suddenly lunged out.
Yang Xiue and Yang Tingguang both struck at once.
Amid peals of thunder, True Lord Yang Tingguang fired off several Blackwater Divine Thunders in succession. Though many were distorted and weakened, they still either blasted apart or held back the black shadows that had leapt forth.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiue raised the compass in her hand. A deep-blue spiritual radiance burst forth from it and shone upon the little dragon formed from the dragon horn, immediately drawing it back into the compass.
Hiss! Roar! Howl...
Their exchange further stirred the Fierce Beasts lurking within the abyssal rift. All manner of hisses and roars echoed from the fissure, while savage, frenzied auras surged and rose like seas overturning and rivers churning. The surrounding river water began to boil, whirl, and churn.
At the same time, the dense, chaotic, distorted water-element spiritual energy and the power of attribute laws in the surroundings grew ever more turbulent and disordered.
Even without making a move, without circulating his cultivation, Spiritual Sense, or law power, Liang Zhaohuang could clearly sense the rejection, distortion, and corrosive force of heaven and earth pressing in from all around.
It was as though this entire world had become his enemy—rejecting him, while also corroding, distorting, and digesting him.
"Board the ship!"
True Lord Yang Tingguang suddenly brought forth a warship over a hundred zhang long and shouted in a deep voice.