Hmph! Clinging to Life!
The phantom of the God of Wrath trembled violently, and its intermittent voice suddenly rose in pitch, filled with unprecedented, soul-deep horror and fear!
It sensed it!
The power gathered at the claw tip was so high in rank and so noble in origin that even its remaining divine consciousness felt an absolute suppression originating from the level of life!
That is... a power that surpasses that of ordinary First-Level God!
It's... the aura of the Dragon God?!
"Impossible! How could the dragons of the lower realm... possess... the Dragon God's Power?!"
The voice of the God of Wrath was distorted and filled with incomprehensible and unbelievable panic.
It couldn't fathom how a lower-realm Soul Beast, even a beast god, could possibly wield the power of the Dragon God.
This completely overturned its understanding of the lower realm's power system!
This force was a true catastrophe for its already severely wounded and collapsing will!
That Nine-Colored Divine Light contained not only destruction, but also an absolute restraint and purification of its divine origin!
Its fear materialized into a tangible wave; the phantom flickered wildly, burning faster and faster, desperate to escape the deadly Lock-On.
However, would Di Tian give it another chance?
"Destroy!"
The chilling dragon language fell like a final judgment. Di Tian's Dragon God claw, imbued with Nine-Colored Divine Light and seemingly carrying the will of the entire dragon race, gently pressed down on the tiny, dark red phantom from afar!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar that tore through space. There was only an absolute and irresistible "erasure"!
Wherever the claw marks passed, space vanished silently, like fragile glass, turning into primordial chaos!
Time seemed to lose its meaning under this claw.
The claw mark, imbued with the supreme power of the Dragon God, disregarded distance and instantly imprinted itself on the illusory image of the God of Wrath!
"No--!!!"
A piercing scream, exceeding all limits and filled with boundless fear and despair, erupted from the phantom, echoing throughout the shattered canyon and even Infiltrator the barriers of space, faintly reverberating in the more distant heavens and earth.
The next moment, under the illumination of the Nine-Colored Divine Light, the dark red phantom of will, like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun, did not even have time to struggle before it began to completely disintegrate!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle--!
A series of piercing melting sounds rang out.
The Spider Web -like cracks on the phantom instantly expanded and spread throughout its entire body. The divine energy that constituted the phantom was like ignited oil, burning and evaporating violently in the Nine-Colored Divine Light!
The dark red divine fire at its core flickered wildly, emitting a dying wail, trying to resist the annihilating power from a higher level, but it was all in vain.
The power of the Dragon God Claw was like the most domineering purifying holy flame, not only destroying its form, but also Burn the very foundation of its existence—that wisp of divine projection!
In the blink of an eye, the barely maintained humanoid outline completely vanished, turning into countless tiny, dust-like dark red specks of light.
These specks of light, like ashes swept up by a gale, shot and scattered wildly in all directions!
Each speck of light contained the last remaining trace of divine will and power of the God of Wrath. They no longer had a unified will, but only the most primal instinct—to escape!
Flee this land of death at all costs!
As long as even one grain escapes, there is a chance for it to regroup and survive!
This is the terrifying aspect of the will of the gods: even if one is completely destroyed, as long as a trace of one's original divine consciousness escapes, one is not truly annihilated.
Boom--!
Just as these billions of dark red light spots scattered and fled, a powerful and resilient spatial binding force suddenly converged from all directions!
It was the Spatial Anchoring power continuously activated by Lin Xia's Reverse Scale, and the spatial barrier that Gu Yuena had set up in advance!
The invisible spatial barrier instantly solidified, like a huge, shimmering silver glass dome, firmly sealing off the core area of the entire battlefield.
The scattered, reddish lights seemed to crash into invisible walls, making Tackle sounds as they bounced back, their speed greatly reduced.
The silvery spatial ripples undulated violently, indicating that the barrier was enduring a tremendous impact.
"Hmph! A death throes!"
Di Tian snorted coldly, his huge dragon wings flapped, and a terrifying suction force erupted from his body, forming a huge black hole vortex that was about to devour and obliterate all the fleeing points of light.
However, the God of Wrath is still a god! Faced with utter annihilation, its survival instinct and final divine power erupted to a frenzied degree!
"Break for this god!!!"
Amidst countless points of light, a single, overlapping shriek, filled with endless resentment and madness, resounded simultaneously!
At that moment, all the dark red dots simultaneously erupted with a blinding, blood-red light!
They no longer tried to disperse, but instead, like countless burning meteors, fearlessly and at speeds exceeding limits, frantically Tackle into a single point of the barrier—the core source of the silver light emanating from the Reverse Scale in Lin Xia's hand, and also the most concentrated point of Gu Yuena's Spatial Mark!
This is not an attack, but... a sacrifice!
Every speck of light that struck the barrier Self-Destruct violently the instant they made contact! They burned their last bit of divine power, their faint divine will, sacrificing their very existence in exchange for a momentary burst of power that surpassed all limits!
Sizzle--!
Click!!!
A series of chilling sounds, like space itself shattering, filled the air!
The incredibly tough spatial barrier, constructed from the Silver Dragon King's Origin Power, finally developed a tiny but fatal crack under the relentless, suicidal onslaught of countless points of light!
This crack, like a pebble thrown into calm water, instantly triggered a chain reaction!
Buzz--!!!
A deafening roar, like the mournful cry of heaven and earth!
The entire shimmering silver spatial barrier flickered violently a few times, like an overloaded glass lamp, covered with Spider Web -like cracks!
The Reverse Scale in Lin Xia's hand suddenly became scalding hot, its silver radiance dimmed instantly, and it trembled with a mournful cry.
The next moment!
Boom!!!
The entire spatial barrier shattered like an eggshell struck by a heavy hammer!
Countless silver fragments of space scattered like ice crystals, then dissipated into the raging void turbulence.
The restraints are gone!
The billions of burnt-out dark red light spots, at the moment the barrier shattered, surged wildly into the raging spatial turbulence like a burst dam, carrying a shrill scream and endless resentment!
Using the chaotic power of space, they vanished instantly, like drops of ink thrown into the ocean, their whereabouts impossible to trace.
Only that last, overlapping wisp of divine thought, filled with endless hatred, echoed like Curse in the shattered space, lingering for Jiujiu:
"Di Tian! Lin Xia! And that damned Silver Dragon! This hatred will not be extinguished, this divine fire will not be extinguished! When I return, I will make you... utterly annihilated! Forever and ever to be damned!!!"