Six wolf-fang clubs, the force of six stars crashing down.
They also empowered his Chaos Art, amplifying the burst.
Dragon scales exploded inch by inch, then were blasted to pieces, forming a barrier like an atmosphere, trying to dissipate the impact of the falling stars.
But the atmospheric layer suddenly thinned and receded.
In the frantic sweep of his divine sense he caught sight of a feathered cultivator standing atop the fortress, forming seals and praying, a jewel on their forehead blazing like the sun.
“This lot really has every attribute! Even the Kunpeng’s sky-dropping cloud—weren’t they enemies back then?” Luo Hou could only laugh and cry; this battle seemed even harder than the old days, utterly ridiculous.
Boom!
At last one cudgel swept through the aura and smashed into the dragon’s body.
The enormous dragon was flung tens of thousands of miles; where it passed, the Nether’s mountains and rivers were flattened into level ground.
Ten thousand miles away, Liusu had somehow been standing there waiting.
The light orb in her hand had turned into a cudgel; with a bang she struck the dragon’s body back.