Rumble!
As Fang Qianyuan pointed, black dragons danced wildly, and wind and frost howled forth. All heaven and earth seemed shrouded beneath a black curtain, growing darker and more oppressive.
The moonlight had been obscured at some point, leaving only black smoke filling the sky, raging unchecked with a terrifying, bone-piercing chill.
Across the ground, enormous gashes appeared as though carved by sharp blades. The Flamecloud Lynx roared incessantly, but could only watch its own body being sliced apart. Moments later, it could no longer maintain its Spirit Creature Manifestation and disintegrated with a bang.
The black dragons also coiled around Qian Wei, tearing wounds all over his body. Then the power of frost invaded him, freezing his flesh and blood.
He had also practiced the Body Tempering Art, using Spirit Essence to temper his body. But Fang Qianyuan had incorporated the Black Wind True Meaning he had comprehended from the Snow Realm's natural disasters into his Wind Blade Frost Sword Divine Ability. It had gone far beyond the bounds of ordinary Divine Abilities and spells, and was no longer something Qian Wei could withstand.
There was no resisting that vast heavenly might. As the Flamecloud Lynx's spiritual body collapsed, his mind and will also suffered a devastating blow. Finally unable to keep himself aloft, he fell from the sky.
Qian Wei crashed heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. The vitality within him rapidly dimmed; he was gravely wounded and close to death.
"Cough... cough, cough..." Qian Wei's breath was faint as a thread. Unable to conceal the shock on his face, he gasped, "I never imagined... you... you would be this powerful!"
Fang Qianyuan regarded Qian Wei's wretched state without expression and said indifferently, "I told you. I alone would be enough."
He had