The Ninth Reincarnation King styled himself the lowest-ranked lackey under the Earth Treasury God King, but in combat strength, he was unquestionably the strongest.
"Sky Patrol Magic Treasures are terrifying."
"But that's only true for the weak."
"To me, a Sky Patrol Magic Treasure is nothing more than a bunch of tier-twelve Magic Treasures forcibly cobbled together."
"I have a hundred ways to hold it off!"
Whoosh!
He formed seals with both hands, burning his reserves and even his cultivation realm within the Underworld as he traded blows with the great dragon formed by the Dawn Sun Golden Needle.
Boom!
With a dull crash, the Ninth Reincarnation King went flying backward.
At the same time, the ring he had brought, larger than a city, exploded, snapping apart inch by inch.
Countless gears and chunks of flesh fell onto the Underworld's earth.
They writhed, trying to reassemble.
Meanwhile, the great dragon formed from the Dawn Sun Golden Needle also reeled backward and burst apart.
Golden needles filled the sky, spinning wildly in every direction.
Some golden needles landed on the Underworld's earth, then sprouted legs and became stick figures. Carrying sticks, they raced about searching for ring gears, flesh gears, and the like, rushing up to give them a thrashing.
Some golden needles became limping stick figures, got hold of white cloths from who knew where, and vigorously waved them with the words [Save Me] emblazoned across them.
Other golden needles became stretchers, carried by their little companions as they rescued one companion after another with missing arms or broken legs.
Only once over a dozen companions lay on a stretcher did the golden needles rise into the air in a frantic hurry to catch up with the main force.
Whoosh!
In the sky, the incomplete great dragon wound its way