A golden pillar of light descended from the sky.
One, two...
After an hour, four pillars of light fell.
However... Yan Hong looked at the murderous purple thunder dragon in the sky, growing more and more anxious.
The four of them had already begun absorbing the energy from the golden pillars, but he had not yet passed the Spirit Tribulation.
Even though Elder Zhan had given him elixirs, the impact was still significant.
Now, neither he nor the purple thunder dragon could do anything to each other.
Both sides had been in a standoff for more than three hours.
"No, this can't go on any longer."
Yan Hong looked gravely at the purple thunder dragon in the firmament, though its situation wasn't good either, as he'd nearly shattered all its scales.
Yet... looking down at himself,
he inwardly scoffed; his condition wasn't much better.
Several ribs were broken, and less than half of his spiritual power remained.
