Jiawen could hardly be blamed for his fury. Lina's attack had come far too suddenly, and that strange mint fragrance had nearly awakened Li Ziran.
If Li Ziran woke, all his plans would fall apart.
Both lower legs landed on top of the castle in an instant. With a hum, ripples scattered in every direction. At some point, the castle formed by Six Flavors House had become a giant made entirely of stone. Though its whole body was blue stone, the ripples in the void failed to damage it in the slightest.
A thunderous rumbling followed. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of blows, releasing ring after ring of ripples of nothingness. Even arm-thick bolts of void lightning appeared.
Unfortunately, no matter how Jiawen attacked, he could not breach Six Flavors House's defenses. The only one suffering was Barto, who had seized the Continental Core. The Great Dragon he had formed was now like a tiny ant, tossed back and forth by the two swirling currents. The winds of nothingness their clash produced stabbed into his shell like needlepoints, leaving him unbearably itchy.
His shell had evolved from the essence of the Dragon Race, and he had believed it immensely sturdy. Yet amid these shock waves, it was as fragile as paper.
He simply could not understand it. He should have been invincible in the Void Expanse, so how could he be this helpless? Even he began to wonder whether his shell was made of paper.
Barto was battered black and blue by the two combatants. Fortunately, they finally stopped fighting. Fine cracks appeared across Six Flavors House's surface, while the shell assembled into Jiawen kept trembling, as though it could no longer be controlled and was about to break apart.
Most of Jiawen's attention remained on