Victory

Yang Wenqing's Divine Sense first swept over Yi Rushuang. She had already been restrained by Red Aunt and Gong Chan.

He then scanned the airspace within dozens of miles. Ao Tai and Iron Spine's auras were still on the eastern side of the battlefield. Ao Tai's dragon body was being forced steadily backward under Jiang Yu's guandao, while Iron Spine's turtle-shell body had been trapped at the edge of the flank defense line by Zhuang Yue's Bean Soldier formation.

The Third Realm cultivators above the clouds were still locked in a standoff. Gunfire and explosions continued across the battlefield below on Ironspine Island, but Wanxuan's army had already completed its encirclement from the east, west, and south. The remaining defenders had been compressed into several isolated strongholds at the center of the island. Their defensive line existed in name only.

Ao Guang's dragon body was sinking beneath the sea. Her silver-white scales had dimmed to an almost grayish white in the final instant before she fell into the water.

Before that dragon body fully submerged, Yang Wenqing waved his hand and sent out a streak of spiritual light. Ao Guang's storage pouch and the Frostspine Mirror at her waist were swept up by five-colored spiritual light, tracing two arcs through the air before landing in his palm.

The moment the storage pouch entered his hand, he sensed layers upon layers of rune seals inside. It was the Dragon Clan's usual encryption method, but there was no time to examine it closely. He casually tucked it into his robes and gave the sinking dragon body one last look.

"Director Wang!"

Yang Wenqing turned his head and called out.

At the exact moment his words fell, Wang Yan's Divine Arts golden light spread out and enveloped both of them. Then five-colored light