Two meters. Three meters.
There was no sign of the growth slowing.
Five meters. Six.
The sphere of light had already exceeded the width of the Bone Dragon's head. The energy contained within the white light began to distort the surrounding space, and visible spatial ripples flickered along the sphere's edge.
Gu Rong sensed the thing above his head.
Terror gradually spread through his dragon pupils, while the violet ghostfire leaped wildly. His mouth began to open bit by bit.
Slow.
Excruciatingly slow.
It was not that he wanted to be slow. He had been pinned in place; even opening his mouth required him to fight against those shackles, inch by difficult inch.
He wanted to shout, to roar, to unleash any Soul Skill to counterattack or defend himself.
But his mouth had not even opened a third of the way.
The sphere's diameter had already broken past ten meters.
Twelve meters. Fifteen meters.
The white mass engulfed the Bone Dragon's entire head, then continued expanding. Its neck, shoulders, and half its body were all swallowed by that white light radiating spatially distorting fluctuations.
The sphere emitted a low, ceaseless whine, as though even space itself could not bear such a concentration of energy and was groaning.
Then it stopped.
Not because it had reached its limit. Yang Xing simply felt it was enough.
The sphere's final diameter exceeded the Bone Dragon's entire body length. The enormous Bone Dragon, dozens of meters long, was now completely wrapped inside a white artificial sun.
Yang Xing drew back his foot.
Downward.
He stomped fiercely.
Bang—boom—.
The heavens screamed.
That was the only way to describe the sound.
A beam of white light plunged straight down from a thousand meters in the sky, accompanied by an explosion that seemed to blast apart the