A strange power surged from Dao Ancestor Gui Du's body and formed a massive lotus barrier before him.
The runes on the barrier twisted and crawled, radiating an aura beyond the Grand Dao of heaven and earth. They blocked every one of Jiang Yun's attacks.
Jiang Yun frowned slightly. The instant his punch was stopped, he sensed an unfamiliar and formidable power.
He was secretly startled. Every Dao Ancestor had unique methods and powers. Even when an opponent seemed driven to the brink, who knew when he might reveal a trump card capable of overturning the battle?
Jiang Yun had to stay on guard at every moment. If Huasheng had used a method like this to attack instead of defend, it could have dealt him considerable damage.
Jiang Yun's gaze flashed like lightning, locking onto the eerie Dao Runes condensed from dark green liquid.
Those Dao Runes resembled netherworld ghosts crawling out of the Yellow Springs beneath Jiuyou. They writhed through the void, and each shift seeped wisps of black mist that corroded the Heavenly Dao.
A shadowy Altar Phantom could be seen rising and falling above Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng's head. Only one small section of it was solid.
"An Altar Fragment!?"
"Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng has an Altar Fragment? Is he using its power to perform this technique?"
"It amplifies the power of Dao arts? Is that why so many Dao Ancestors are fighting over Altar Fragments?"
Thoughts raced through Jiang Yun's mind even as he fought. A glimmer of understanding dawned on him. No wonder everyone was scrambling for Altar Fragments. They truly were useful.
But battle left no room for distraction. Gold-red Dao flames surged wildly around him like countless ancient fire dragons roaring. He drove his vital energy to its limit, until fine golden light