Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The void trembled incessantly, and even the misty rain seemed to turn into a curtain.
She gently lifted it.
She happened to see Fang Yang strolling toward her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a faint smile on his face. Amid the wind and rain, the demon showed not the slightest panic; instead, he exuded a measure of easy grace.
Then she witnessed a scene that would be carved into her bones and heart.
Jiaolong swarmed across the sky, every one of them radiating towering killing intent.
Carrying the autumn rain that filled the sky, they charged before the demon in an instant.
Gust after gust of astral wind swept up the rain, turning the droplets into blades.
At that moment, even the Female Emperor's expression grew considerably graver. She could sense that even she could not withstand those rain blades filling the sky; they would instantly shred her, leaving wound after wound.
It seemed the Imperial Palace truly was enraged. After all, she had never seen or heard of such a spectacle.
Yet, at that very moment.
Beneath the frenzied autumn rain, Fang Yang never stopped walking. He merely extended a finger and gently pointed ahead.
One Finger Breaks Ten Thousand Laws!
Rain poured down, and his ink-black hair danced wildly.
A flame ignited between Fang Yang's brows. Four whole leaves unfurled above his head, and a fifth was slowly taking solid form.
Life Lamp!
Formless Demon Body!
Dragon qi!
In an instant, all his trump cards fused into that single finger, which he thrust forward to meet the Jiaolong filling the sky.
The wind and rain abruptly stopped!
Even the rain filling the sky seemed to halt. Everything grew still, as though time and space had frozen.
Then.
Crack!
Crack!
A succession of