"Incredible! Is this the true might of Sacred Heart's Hand?"
"To think he'd still dare to fight even at this point—that
"You could call it stubbornness. He really thought things were still the same as before. Look at him now!"
......
Members of various superpowers watching the battle through magical water mirrors in
The power Shi Feng had displayed earlier was indeed formidable—monstrous, even.
Unfortunately, against true monsters, that strength was essentially meaningless. At best, it could buy a little time. If Shi Feng had quit while he was ahead and not actively provoked
Just as the various superpowers were exchanging amused remarks, they watched as the pitch-black longsword in Shi Feng's hand suddenly dissolved into a mass of dark mist that whipped up into a raging storm.
As the dark mist storm spiraled outward, a dragon's roar suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, sending a soul-deep tremor through everyone present.
Before anyone could recover from that shudder, a pitch-black claw the size of a small hill emerged from the dark mist that blanketed an area of fifty to sixty yards.
The massive claw slammed into the ground not far from Iron Tooth, and the earth buckled inward as though it were the surface of a pool of water. Cracks spread outward in every direction like a spider's web, as though the very fabric of space could not bear the force and might collapse at any moment.
Then, as the colossal claw appeared, a second dragon's roar rang out. The dark mist shrouding the ground abruptly scattered, revealing a dragon that stood over forty meters tall, its entire body shimmering with an eerie glow—standing as quietly as though it were the sovereign of heaven and earth, inspiring indescribable awe and terror in all who beheld it.
"A dragon?!"
"What on earth is going on?!"
Everyone stared at the pitch-black dragon that had emerged from the dark mist, completely stupefied.
Dragons were creatures that virtually every player in the Divine Realm knew about, because in the Divine Realm, dragons were synonymous with destruction and death. Anyone who had so much as glanced at the records in the Library knew that many kingdoms and empires within the Divine Realm had been annihilated by dragons in a single night.
And now a real dragon had appeared right before their very eyes. How could anyone believe it?
Even Thousand Eyes and the other members of Sacred Heart's Hand had gone pale.
They didn't know whether the pitch-black dragon before them was real or illusory, but the pressure it radiated on a fundamental level of existence was absolutely no joke.
Primordial species? Fierce beasts?
In front of a creature of this caliber, they were as insignificant as infants.
"You asked me earlier how I was feeling? I'm wondering—how are you feeling now?" Shi Feng gazed down calmly at the dumbfounded Iron Tooth beside the claw and asked in an even tone.
With his mental power reaching the Tier 4 threshold, not only had his mastery over magical skills improved dramatically, but the dragon phantom had also become far more realistic—its life force approaching that of the genuine article. In terms of basic attributes alone, it easily surpassed ordinary Tier 4 Legendary monsters of the same level and was already approaching the realm of Tier 4 Primordial species.
As Shi Feng spoke, Iron Tooth's expression turned graver and more terrified than it had ever been.
"How is this possible?! His dragon transformation should only be on par with an ordinary Tier 4 Legendary monster at best! How is it this strong?!" Iron Tooth stared at the colossus before him, his mind reeling in disbelief.
They had long possessed intelligence about Shi Feng's ability to transform into a dragon.
But the dragon described in their intelligence and the one standing before them now were worlds apart—in size, in basic attributes, in the level of existence they embodied, they simply were not on the same plane.
At that moment, not only were Iron Tooth and his men shaken—even Huan Yu, watching through the magical water mirror, was struck dumb with astonishment.
In the Battle of
Even through the magical water mirror, she could feel that aura of destruction and death. Moreover, heaven and earth themselves seemed to subtly revolve around the pitch-black dragon as their center. It was simply impossible to believe this was merely a Tier 3 phantom.
Just as everyone was deeply shaken by the oppressive aura and existential pressure emanating from the pitch-black dragon, they watched as it slowly raised one claw.
BOOM!
A tremendous explosion followed. The area around Iron Tooth was instantly swallowed into a pitch-black void. The more than ten Sacred Heart's Hand members who had been standing there vanished without a trace, and Iron Tooth—who stood five or six meters tall—was suddenly flung into a crater over thirty yards away, the silver armor on both his arms cracked with visible fissures, his HP plummeting by more than two million...
Silence...
For a moment, it was as though time itself in this world had ground to a halt...
"What just happened?!"