The Dragon Elder unleashed everything.
His power—of which just one percent would be enough to kill thousands of celestial emperors with a single strike—erupted to its absolute limit.
He only needed to reach Qingyi's body. If a single thread of Qi could pass through the barrier of primordial chaos flames, it would be enough to kill him.
Nothing was enough.
Every drop of Qi was devoured the instant it touched the flames of primordial chaos, dissolving like snow on hot coals. And he knew that, soon, those flames would reach his own body.
At that moment, the Dragon Elder realized.
He had to attack.
He could no longer channel Qi to prevent that place from collapsing. If he didn't kill Qingyi now, it would be the end of that place. His own end.
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
The ancient dragon roared, withdrawing all the Qi from his barrier and concentrating it into the spear.
The barrier collapsed like a veil torn apart, and in that very instant, he pointed a single finger.
