Inside the defensive grand formation of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion, there was a colossal creature.
It towered ten thousand meters high, stretched ten thousand meters long, with a peculiar form — it resembled a lizard bearing a mountain peak on its back. At this moment, it bared its fangs and glared viciously, its eyes gleaming with a hostile light as it stared at the golden dragon phantom that blanketed the sky above.
But it was not a real beast — it was a grand formation.
Every Spirit World Master within the Seven Realms Holy Mansion's territory had taken shelter inside it, pouring their full power into activating this grand formation.
It was the Seven Realms Holy Mansion's final trump card.
And yet, even with preparations already in place…
The expressions on these normally arrogant Spirit World Masters of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion were mostly the same.
Despair and terror.
They all believed that once this formation fell, they were certain to die.
At the head of the beast-like formation, two elderly figures stood.
One had a full head of black hair, the other a full head of white hair.
But the deep wrinkles etched across their faces revealed that their actual ages were not far apart — their hair color was simply different.
They were the two Saint-level Elders stationed here.
Years ago, they had come here on Jie Tianran's orders to accomplish something great.
Originally everything had gone smoothly — who could have predicted that something like this would happen?
At this moment, the black-haired Saint-level Elder held a longsword in his left hand and a spinning golden wheel in his right.
The golden wheel was large, shaped like a shield.
Both the longsword and the golden wheel were supreme barrier treasures that required the power of a barrier to activate.
He had no intention of surrendering without a fight — he was prepared to fight to the death.
But the white-haired Saint-level Elder was the very picture of despair.
He closed his eyes tightly and muttered to himself.
"Fate truly plays cruel tricks."
"A Saint-level Elder of the mighty Seven Realms Holy Mansion — and I'm to die at the hands of this insignificant Dragon Breath Clan?"
His words were filled with bitter unwillingness.
But suddenly, his tightly shut eyes snapped open.
At the same time, the black-haired Saint-level Elder's expression changed dramatically.
The two locked eyes in an instant, as if confirming something.
Then, a look of wild joy erupted onto both their faces.
The pair formed hand seals.
Hummmm— In the next moment, a sacred white light emanated from within both their bodies.
That sacred light did not take the form of armor, but instead clung to their clothes, skin, hair, and beards.
Even the barrier treasures in the black-haired Saint-level Elder's hands were covered by that layer of white light.
"It's real — it actually works. This power can truly be used by us."
The white-haired Saint-level Elder gazed at his companion, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Damn it — the ones dying today won't be us!"
The black-haired elder raised his arm in triumph, then cast a vicious glare toward the golden dragon phantom in the sky.
"How dare you, Dragon Breath Clan, invade Seven Realms Holy Mansion territory!"
"Today, I shall eradicate your entire Dragon Breath Clan in the name of a Saint-level Elder of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion!"
With that, the black-haired elder charged out of the defensive grand formation wielding his supreme barrier treasures.
And he did not take a detour — relying on the golden wheel in his hand, he charged straight through the terrifying onslaught of dragon breath force head-on.
Yet the powerful dragon breath could not harm him in the slightest. Instead, he drew closer and closer to the golden dragon phantom.
"Something's wrong."
Long Mucheng's brow furrowed deeply.
He could see that the golden disc in the black-haired Saint-level Elder's hand was indeed an extraordinary artifact.
But the man had already possessed this item — he had brought it out during his earlier battle with Long Mucheng.
Back then, however, Long Mucheng had beaten him so badly that he had been forced to scramble back inside the defensive grand formation.
The aura it emanated now was several times greater than before.
What had truly grown stronger was not the golden disc, but the sacred white light enveloping the black-haired Saint-level Elder.
And most importantly — even with this massive power boost, he could have chosen any number of ways to attack.
Pushing through the dragon breath to close the distance?
This was clearly meant to humiliate the Dragon Breath Clan.
And yet, dragon breath was the most powerful offensive weapon their formation possessed.
That alone spoke volumes about how terrifyingly the black-haired Saint-level Elder's combat strength had risen.