Immortal King Tai Yin stood tall, his voice booming like a great bell. Its sound rolled across the vast, chaotic battlefield like a surging tide.
"Di Cang, refine these and you'll be able to take dragon form again!"
In an instant, an immensely powerful surge erupted from his body. A mass of Dark Source shot out like an evil star from the Dark Abyss, wreathed in darkness so dense it seemed impossible to disperse.
The Dark Matter churned through the Void like a roiling sea of black clouds. It seemed to hold enough source power to corrupt several worlds, a sight that struck fear into anyone who saw it.
It was not that Tai Yin had no wish to send Di Cang a discreet message through voice transmission.
But in a battle as fierce as theirs, even the order of the Dao was shattered like fragile glass beneath the impact of their powers. How could the comparatively fragile art of voice transmission survive?
Their raging power had twisted the surrounding space beyond recognition. Any conventional means of sending a message had failed.
Only a shout that shook heaven and earth could ensure Di Cang heard him.
"You still want to play tricks right in front of me?"
Jiang Yun sneered. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he vanished into the Void like golden lightning faster than light.
At his first sight of darkness, he felt this substance was the other extreme of heaven and earth, utterly at odds with this world.
His power seemed to tear an invisible passage through the Void. Like an unmatched war god crossing the River of Time and Space, he appeared before the deathly black mist in an instant.
The muscles of his right arm swelled slightly, sculpted like those of an ancient