It was still that distant vantage point. The thousand-zhang-long True Dragon appeared for the third time, tearing through clouds and mist. A single swing of its colossal body sent a gale shaking everything within a hundred li. Yet it was actually struggling in the azure sky. Continuing from the previous scene, the battle had reached its final stage. Its thousand-zhang body was riddled with wounds, every one of them inflicted by that figure suspected to be the Hao Dian Sword Immortal.
This was not Yu Ci's first time seeing this, but this time was different from before.
For no apparent reason, a violent dizziness struck him. Yu Ci instinctively tried to resist, but his weakened soul gave him no face at all. Attacked from within and without, his vision went black. When light returned, gale-force winds were already shrieking in his ears and thunder was rumbling overhead. When he opened his eyes again, the familiar perspective had been utterly turned upside down.
Before him stood a mountain formed from piled, heavy scales, its edges sharp as blades. Several cracks ran through it, blood pouring from them like fountain-fed waterfalls, shot through with golden points of light. The scorching heat was like boiling oil, extraordinary indeed, yet it did not lessen the stench of blood in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, it drenched him from head to toe. Even the heaven-and-earth vital energy seemed to blaze and burn, while his skin sizzled.
He let out a miserable groan. Fortunately, his mind was still turning, and he quickly understood what had happened. In that single blink, the distant viewing perspective had been ruined, and he had been "thrown" into the battlefield between the True Dragon and the Sword Immortal. The instant realization dawned on him, the pressure outside abruptly