Dividing Up the Dragon Race

In the blink of an eye, the golden blade vanished without a trace, and its golden gleam disappeared.

Silence settled over the Sea Eye once more. Only the turbid energy continued to gather and flow into the World-Ending Black Lotus.

Liu Yuanchen activated the Earth Book, releasing Mountain-and-River Phantoms one after another to keep shrinking the Six-Winged Golden Cicada's room to maneuver.

As the phantoms descended, the space inside the Sea Eye grew tighter and tighter.

At the same time, he drove the World-Ending Black Lotus and the Earth Book to exert their suppressive power.

Of course, suppressive power alone was not enough to break a Daluo Golden Immortal's techniques.

But it could hamper all kinds of techniques and even strengthen the space here.

That would make spatial techniques harder for the Six-Winged Golden Cicada to use.

And the harder they were to use, the more likely he was to reveal an opening.

Sure enough, after several hundred breaths, a faint, unnatural ripple ran through the space beside a descending Mountain-and-River Phantom.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber had long been poised to strike. Two streaks of white light swept over in an instant, but they struck empty space again.

Liu Yuanchen sighed inwardly. If I weren't worried about damaging the Sea Eye, I'd use the Nine Heaven-Cleaving Forms outright.

Once the Mystic Yellow Axe came out, even space would be sealed. I'd have dealt with this wretch long ago. Why go to all this trouble?

He did not lose heart. With the World-Ending Black Lotus and the Earth Book, he was already beyond defeat.

As more Mountain-and-River Phantoms descended, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada would have less room to move and expose more openings.

A little over a hundred breaths later, three more spatial ripples appeared.

Three days passed. Mountain-and-River Phantoms had