The moment Xiao Yan sensed that aura, his expression changed. On the Douqi Continent, there was only one true dragon race: the Ancient Void Dragons, foremost among the three great magical beast races!
Cao Ying knew more about the Pill Convention Space than most. She realized what that aura meant and wanted to warn Lei Jingxiao, but he charged forward too quickly for her to react.
As Lei Jingxiao rushed in, a burly figure stepped out of the distorted space and planted himself squarely in his path, standing like an iron tower.
The instant the burly figure appeared, a vast, steady, crushing aura surged from his body and swept outward like a storm. It felt as though they faced not a man, but a mountain that propped up the sky!
"Humans?" The tower-like man looked at Xiao Yan and the other two, a trace of relief in his eyes. "You're finally here!"
"Take one attack from me first!" Lei Jingxiao paid him no heed. He gathered his soul power and sent it sweeping toward the man, apparently intent on finishing him in a single strike.
The man snorted. Clenching his massive fist, he unleashed a flood of dazzling dark-yellow energy. In that instant, he seemed to merge with the towering mountain, drawing on its strength to deliver a tremendous blow!
Xiao Yan rushed to Lei Jingxiao's side, his own soul power pouring out. By his reckoning, without using Dou Qi, Lei Jingxiao could never stop that punch alone.
The two torrents of soul power collided with the terrifying fist. The shockwave shook the mountain, and the aura of a savage ancient beast spilled forth. The towering peak trembled, forcing the many Alchemists climbing it to stop in their tracks.
The magical beasts on this last part of Mist Mountain had