Divine Dragon Sweeps Its Tail (Bonus Chapter for a Full Monthly Vote Goal! Votes Wanted Before Month's End!)

The boundless darkness seemed to come alive.

It writhed like walls of Flesh, contracting with all its might to crush and capture the Flood Dragon.

"Supreme Demon Subduing Formation!"

Qianqian shouted.

She tossed out a Formation Disc. It hovered in midair, releasing layer upon layer of fine light that forced back the darkness.

At that moment,

the burly man's muscles swelled. His whole body grew taller and broader as he snarled,

"Heh. You want to keep me here? I'm leaving, and what are you going to do about it?"

Before he had finished speaking, he clenched his fist and drove it forward with a roar.

The punch nearly broke through the darkness.

"Go."

The swordswoman in the bamboo hat slapped her scabbard. Her sword shot away as a streak of light, unleashing a massive blade of radiance dozens of meters long toward the spot the man had struck.

The darkness split open.

The old man raised a hand and stopped the already fading blade of light. Utterly unconcerned, he said,

"You think—"

His voice cut off.

Not far behind him, several more sections of the Corpse Pillar holding up the entire city had collapsed, sending countless bodies sliding down.

The old man turned toward the Corpse Pillar, raised his other hand, and formed an Art seal.

The moment he completed it, the collapse stopped.

But—

Qianqian, the burly man, and the swordswoman all seized that instant.

They could not have asked for a better chance!

While the old man was still casting his Art—

Qianqian tapped the Formation Disc with both hands; the burly man roared and punched with all his strength; the swordswoman gripped her sword in both hands and thrust through the air.

The old man took hit after hit. His body jerked as he was driven far