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The immense friction of energy warped and fractured even the light in that patch of space. Yan Choulong's molten-gold dragon eyes caught several stray wisps of rosy light being crushed into oblivion beneath his claw tips.
Yet the defense had been raised in haste, against Yan Choulong's full, furious strength, amplified by two true forms.
It lasted only two breaths.
Boom-!
That dreamlike sphere of mist, flowing with countless brilliant hues, finally reached its breaking point beneath the destructive might relentlessly exerted by the Demon Dragon Claw.
Like a bubble punctured by tremendous force, it burst from its core.
There was no earth-shaking explosion, only a hazy expanse of seven-colored rosy light spilling outward like thin smoke and gauze, swiftly fading into the air-this was the final form of the Ten-Thousand-Mile Flying Rosy Clouds Barrier, reduced to its most fundamental rosy mist.
The barrier beneath his left claw shattered, leaving only a fleeting instant of resistance.
Chen Xiaojun's Black Tortoise Shield remained firmly braced before him, its twin Yin-Yang fish revolving like millstones as it faced the descending right claw of the Demon Dragon.
Behind the shield, veins bulged along Chen Xiaojun's arms like coiled dragons. Bloody froth once again seeped from the corners of his mouth, but he did not retreat an inch.
The savage expression on Yan Choulong's face had fully taken shape. With the strange colored mist broken, the resistance against his left claw plummeted, and it accelerated toward the shield-he would bring both claws together and crush this damned turtle shell in one blow.
But in that hairbreadth instant!
Whoosh!
A golden tortoiseshell shield, shimmering with gentle yet remarkably solid light, appeared out of thin air without warning.