CHAPTER 215 — THE EIGHT FALL
The sky above the ruined city churned like a wounded storm.
Emerald light and black-gold void energy twisted through the clouds, colliding again and again in violent bursts that rattled every remaining building across the skyline. Wind howled through broken streets below, carrying the echoes of sirens, collapsing structures, and distant screams.
The Jade Dragon hovered above the chaos like a god of destruction.
Its massive wings beat slowly, deliberately, stirring the cloud layers as if they were nothing more than dust drifting across a battlefield.
Opposite it—
Long Hao floated in the sky.
The void energy around him had grown darker now. Denser.
Something inside it had changed.
The dragon noticed immediately.
"You call the fragment."
Its voice rolled across the sky like thunder breaking through stone.
Long Hao flexed his fingers slowly.
"Yeah."
The dragon's emerald eyes burned brighter.
"Too late."
Then it attacked.
