Lin Ming Comes to Steal the Kills!

The dragon claw clenched slightly, as if proclaiming an unquestionable authority.

Then, a terrifying force of suction erupted from the spatial rift. Like invisible chains, it instantly wrapped around the three Beast Kings who had been frightened out of their wits—Xiong Lie, Hu Lie, and the Golden Lion King—trying to drag them into that unknown darkness.

Wild joy instantly erupted across the three Beast Kings' faces, the joy of surviving a desperate situation! They knew their emperor had acted!

As long as they entered the spatial rift and returned to their emperor's side, they would be safe! No matter how strong Ye Lingyun was, could he possibly chase them all the way to their emperor's lair?

However, they celebrated too soon.

"If your true body had come, you might have had a chance. But now, it's just an avatar... and you're reaching this far..."

Ye Lingyun's voice remained calm, yet it carried a chill as cold as ice.

"That won't do."

Before his words had even faded, he raised two fingers like a blade and slashed through the air at the enormous spatial rift and the dragon claw extending from it.

There was no earth-shattering spectacle, no dazzling light.

There was only an invisible "line," as though it had sliced through space itself, silently sweeping across that enormous dragon claw covered in hard scales.

Pfft!

A soft sound rang out, like cloth being torn.

A thin line of blood instantly appeared on that seemingly indestructible dragon claw, which could withstand the full-force attacks of Eighth Tier peak experts.

Then, the bloodline rapidly widened. Several fragments of the dragon claw, each as large as millstones and covered in dark black scales, broke away along with a great deal of dark gold blood as scorching as magma, falling toward the ground!

ROAR—!!!