Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ghost Ancestor Jiangchen could barely fend off the waves of Void Turbulence with his immense ghostly power.
But Long Xiaoman's assault came like a raging storm, relentless and seemingly inexhaustible. He drew on the power of the void again and again, each strike carrying the destructive force of collapsing space.
Under that savage pressure, Ghost Ancestor Jiangchen could not mount an effective counterattack. Frustration burned in his chest.
"Old ghost, with those paltry tricks of yours, you dare boast you'll kill my big brother?"
Long Xiaoman attacked without pause, his taunts cutting like knives straight to the heart. "If this dragon hadn't just broken through and still needed to stabilize his Dao Fruit, I'd take your head today to consecrate our banner!"
"You're courting death!"
When had Ghost Ancestor Jiangchen ever endured such humiliation? In his fury, the ghostly aura around him churned violently, a hint of disorder appearing in it.
A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. His figure suddenly thinned into a ghostly shadow that nearly merged with the void, leaving only an afterimage behind.
But his true body had slipped around Long Xiaoman and was lunging at Lu Ren, who sat cross-legged, recovering his strength!
"Oh no!"
"Lu Ren, look out!"
The Heavens Alliance members' faces changed drastically as they cried out.
Every member of the Chaos Clan felt their heart hang by a thread, their faces filled with dread.
"Trying a sneak attack?"
Long Xiaoman whipped around and unleashed a heaven-shaking Dragon's Roar. "This dragon is the god who commands Void Turbulence! Wherever there is void, there is this dragon's domain!"
He swept out a hand. The space before Lu Ren twisted, and endless Void Turbulence surged forth, instantly condensing into thick barriers shimmering with a chaotic luster.
Layer upon layer of barriers