"Second Brother, we're going all out." A fierce glint flashed through Yang Zhan's eyes as he frantically squeezed out the remaining Origin Energy in his body. With a splurt, blood shot from his pores.
"Big Brother!" Yang Wei cried out. Then he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and, like Yang Zhan, began forcibly extracting his Origin Energy.
"Stubborn resistance." Jia Lie Jun snorted coldly, a sneer curling across his lips. His hands formed seals, and as they shifted, multicolored flames gathered and condensed into fire dragons. Faint, deep dragon roars could be heard. Once the fire dragons took shape, Jia Lie Jun swept his hand, and they shot forward at once.
The fire dragons streaked across the sky, scattering sparks and whipping up scorching cyclones. Under the blistering heat, even space began to warp and distort.
With a thunderous boom, heaven and earth trembled. In the void, rings of multicolored flame spread outward like ripples, dyeing the azure sky in brilliant hues. Then scorching hurricanes swept through, flattening the forests and mountains within hundreds of miles. Several demonic beasts were even swept into the air, only for their massive bodies to burst apart beneath the hurricanes' shredding force, their blood pouring down like a torrential rain.
High in the void, two terrifying forces clashed violently. Under the fire dragons' overwhelming charge, the towering figure shuddered fiercely like a dying candle in the wind. Cracks rapidly spread across its body, Origin Energy spilling out from them. Moments later, with a bang, the phantom exploded into countless fragments that scattered in every direction.
"Pfft!"
As the phantom shattered, the Yang Brothers both spat out blood. Their faces instantly turned pale as paper, and their auras weakened immensely. Like flowers battered by wind and frost, they wilted without a trace of vitality.