Stone shards flew from the altar as Wu Tiance’s roar shook the dome, causing dust to fall like rain. A strange, eerie blue light emanated from the black dragon tattoo on his chest. Nine dragon tails rose in unison, carving blood-red streaks through the void—this was the opening stance of the Holy Monarch Cult’s ultimate technique, "Nine Dragons Devouring the Heavens."
"Qinghuan, watch out!" Pi Yanlin’s pupils constricted. He had long calculated that Wu Tiance would be driven to desperate measures, but he had not expected the man to unleash his final trump card so soon.
Before Gu Qinghuan could even steady her Dark Iron Sword, nine dragon-shaped blasts of energy tore through the air, detonating in a storm of blood and gore between them. The female captain’s dark armor shattered in three places, and she was sent flying five yards back, her spine slamming heavily into a stone pillar of the altar. She bit her lip to stifle a groan, but beads of blood trickled down her chin, splattering onto the stone floor like red plum blossoms.
Chapter 99