With matters having reached this point, the dragons had no way to retreat. Once again, they poured Dragonforce into the sacred treasure, the Dragon Horn Sea.
This time, they unleashed their strongest power together. The five mighty rivers roared like enormous dragons, poised to attack Fang Yun in unison.
A terrifying sight appeared: a vast whirlpool formed in the waters overhead, and boundless ocean power surged into the five mighty rivers.
The sacred relic of the Dragon Race had actually resonated with the ocean, multiplying its power.
The Eastern Sea Water Race fell into utter despair at the sight. Once this attack struck, not only Fang Yun but everyone nearby would be sent to the Yellow Springs.
As the five dragons moved together, Ao Huo looked at Fang Yun with a smug expression. "Had you admitted defeat and begged for mercy just now, I could have spared your life. Unfortunately, you chose to insult us, so I cannot spare you! Everyone, show no mercy!"
Holy light blazed across the surface of the Dragon Horn Sea. Just as the dragons were about to exert their strength, a streak of golden light suddenly flew out from the depths of the Sacred Mausoleum.
A golden dragon scale roughly ten feet tall descended from above, radiating vast sacred might. Like a descending star, it illuminated heaven and earth with warm light. Every member of the Water Race present felt that the scale was as warm as a loved one's embrace, yet at the same time, it seemed like the supreme Celestial Emperor, forever beyond their reach.
Caught between these contradictory sensations, every member of the Water Race trembled. Even the dragons shook with fear.
Above the dragon scale appeared an enormous dragon with indistinct features, coiled high overhead. Strangely, it did not seem large