Yu Tianheng's arm was still raised in midair.
He drove his Soul Power with all his might, trying to bring his claw down, but the harder he pushed, the more violently the dragon scales on his arm trembled.
The fear came from deep within his Martial Soul. His will could not control it.
"How is this possible..."
His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was afraid?!
Behind Gu Ling, the Bone Dragon lowered its head. Blue and red light flowed along its bone wings, making it hard for the four of them even to breathe.
What truly held them in place was the aura of the ice and fire dragon souls.
The two traces of essence he had absorbed from the remains of the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King had long since fused with his bones. Now that the Bone Dragon had been strengthened by the Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline and Immortal-grade treasures, it could bear that power more steadily.
Yu Tianheng and the others had increased their Soul Power, but the level of their Martial Souls had not changed. Faced with that draconic pressure, their bodies recoiled before their minds could react!
A chill gripped Tang San's heart. He yanked the Blue Silver Grass taut and shouted, "Fall back!"
If he could pull them away and give Oscar time to make his pink sausage, they still had a chance!
Nearby, Jiangzhu had raised her Healing Scepter. Oscar, too, fought through the pain in his hand and began gathering Soul Power again.
Just then, Gu Ling's Third Soul Ring lit up. He barked:
"Third Soul Skill: Bone Prison Dragon's Roar!"
The platform cracked in rapid succession. Bone-white spikes shot up beside the three of them, crisscrossing to block every path. Tang San twisted aside to avoid one, only for a