Strike

"It was you!"

Through the Green Hill Lord's eyes, Little Fox saw who had spoken. Just as she had expected, it was the Black Python Spirit, who had looked restless from the start!

Boom! The Black Python Spirit's body swelled to twice its size. Now four meters tall, he was instantly covered in black armor. The corners of his mouth lifted, drawing up the python markings on his cheeks and lending him an indescribable cruelty.

Snap!

At his shout of "Move!" more than a dozen Monsters suddenly broke away from the formation and withdrew.

Cold, resolute, without a moment's hesitation.

As they withdrew, the once-stable formation diagram emerged, lines of light crisscrossing. Then, with a boom, the pressure they had shared came crashing down, drawing a faint hum from the formation.

The hum was quiet, but every Monster's expression changed.

The lines that had kept the power circulating collapsed into chaos. At several points where the flow had been forced to stop, the incoming power collided with itself and burst into sparks with a pop.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Lightning flashed and thunder rolled across the ground. Serpents of light darted wildly, setting off a chain of explosions.

"Black Python, what are you doing?" a Great Demon demanded, calling him by his true name in disbelief.

Boom!

In fact, before the Black Python Spirit withdrew, the Dragon Lord's movements on the raised platform had already begun to slow. Su Ziji regained control of his body and immediately felt it sink. Realizing the pressure it was under, he had no choice but to raise his head slightly and lift both hands to command the wind and rain.

At that moment, it was as if he could see through the clouds into the world beyond, as if he were flying above the mortal