This force of attraction was terrifying. It was so powerful that even Chen Huai'an, after manifesting his dragon form, had no choice but to reinforce himself with Daoist power to steady his body.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Crack!—
Under the influence of this immense force, the land of this small world began to collapse and crumble, turning into countless chunks of rock and soil that were dragged upward toward the crimson sun hanging overhead.
"Chen Huai'an! Since you are so determined to die, then I shall grant your wish!"
At that moment, Cang Yu's voice rang out again. Judging by its direction and aura, he had already merged with that blazing crimson sun.
Chen Huai'an tried to use the art of clouds and rain to block the crimson radiance of the sun, hoping to weaken the force of his opponent's technique.
But the crimson sun was now bolstered by an evil art. The clouds and mist he summoned had barely begun to take shape before every last one of them was dragged into the sky.
At such close proximity to the sun's core, this mass of clouds could no longer withstand the searing heat. Within only a few breaths, it began to break apart.
Chen Huai'an immediately swung his dragon body. Rather than retreating, he advanced, soaring toward the crimson sun with the intention of using his dragon body as a foundation to gather the weather of clouds and rain once more.
Yet this action was precisely what Cang Yu had anticipated. As Chen Huai'an's attention was drawn to the crimson sun overhead and he sought to ascend into the sky for battle, the shattered fragments of earth around him suddenly pieced themselves together into hundreds upon thousands of earthen chains. In an instant, they bound his dragon body in midair