Once the explosion ended, everyone retreated. The power of Huo Hai's strike already rivaled the secret arts of the greatest sects, but everyone knew this was no secret art at all.
A true top-tier Battle Spirit Art would never be so slow to unleash, nor would it need to be concealed. They did not know how Huo Hai had done it, but they could sense that something was wrong with his current condition. That single strike had consumed far too much of his power, defeating the very purpose of those top-tier secret arts. Even if it counted as one, it would have been among the worst.
A few people had already realized that this attack technique rested on Huo Hai's formidable control over Spirit Formations. Until others reached that same level of control, they could not learn or imitate it even if they wanted to.
Still, the strike had been truly powerful. The gray True Dragon whose figure was now exposed was no longer gray. Having detonated every scale on its body, the dragon was now blood-red from head to tail, with blood flowing constantly. This special Battle Spirit Art was itself an act of self-mutilation, and its spiritual power had been exhausted as well. The move could preserve its life, but left it unable to fight or flee.
With someone to provide protection, this move could be used to handle an unexpected crisis. Without protection, however, it would truly mean death.
"Hmph, we'll settle today's score with you slowly in the days to come. Let's go." Now that members of the Dragon Clan had been injured, this matter would not be so easily resolved. The strongest Dragon Beast led the Dragon Clan away, swiftly disappearing.
The other three Spirit Saint experts did the same. The last to leave was