But their years of accumulated cultivation and formidable resolve allowed them to barely remain standing.
The two exchanged a glance, then slowly turned their heads in horror.
An eerie black eye with a golden pupil, a hundred thousand feet across, hung high in the sky, spanning heaven and earth as it looked down upon all living beings.
"Who..."
Wang Jinglong, whose aura approached that of a Great Sage, flew out carrying a mighty treasure. A cold snort came from the enormous eye, and two phantom claws appeared. With a light flick, they sent Wang Jinglong flying off Saint Origin Star, toward some unknown destination.
Clang... clang... clang...
Across the Saint Origin Continent, hundreds of millions of swords rang out.
Scholars throughout the land looked toward Upside-Down Peak Mountain.
Keen Lip Spears and Tongue Swords shot straight into the heavens, tearing apart the lingering clouds.
Weak yet fearless power gathered in the sky, actually managing to resist the ancestral might a little.
The Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon shuddered in fright and cursed, "You penniless Human Race pedants! Your power amounts to little, but your courage outstrips the entire Myriad Worlds! This dragon came to help. What rotten luck!"
With that, his two claws reached into the void and snatched Wang Jinglong back. Then his eye trembled.
Why did Wang Jinglong have Fang Yun's aura on him?
The Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon cursed inwardly. How was even some random old fellow connected to his big brother? If his big brother questioned him later, he would have bitter fruit to swallow.
His enormous eye swept across the surroundings, countless stars in the void flashing within it. Then his translucent claws reached into the void.
Barbarian Star.
Atop Barbarian Mountain, ten drums thundered.
Below Barbarian Mountain, hundreds of millions of barbarians danced wildly to the drumbeats.