204: Chapter 203 The Power of the Myriad-Jun Dust Dragon

Everyone turned at the same time and ran toward the outside of the barrier.

A level eighty-plus saint spirit rank dragon-type Armor Beast was not an existence that could be countered by willpower alone.

Shen Shuang was the first to rush to the edge of the barrier, but she was bounced back by it.

She raised her right arm and smashed a fist into the dark gold light shield.

The light shield didn't budge at all; the counter-shock force traveled from her fist back into her arm, leaving her entire right arm numb.

Yu Nian followed closely behind, his left arm slamming into the same spot. Lightning exploded on the surface of the shield, but it didn't even leave a single ripple.

Everyone's expressions darkened; the barrier that was originally meant to protect them had now become a cage for trapped beasts.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon was in no hurry to attack.

It hovered nearly thirty meters in the air above the stone platform, its wings flapping slowly, stirring up the dust in the sky.

Its dark brown vertical pupils swept over the seven people one by one.

Then, a low growl rumbled deep in its throat, which turned into a low chuckle.

"A level eighty Armor Beast... can speak human tongue." Ye Qing's face was solemn.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon spoke.

"The Seal... is broken... I have waited... for a long time."

Its vertical pupils swept over the seven people. "You... humans... are food... delivered to my door."

It seemed that because it had been sealed for a long time, its human speech was stumbling.

But Shen Shuang didn't wait for it to finish.

The golden turtle shell patterns of the Bladed Armor Turtle on her right arm brightened to the extreme. Then, with a wave of her hand, a layer of ice-blue light film spread to everyone, forming a layer of ice crystal armor as thin as a cicada's wing on their bodies.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon saw her actions but did not stop her.

A mass of grayish-white light lit up deep in its throat. The Dragon Breath condensed extremely quickly; it took less than half a second from lighting up to firing.

The grayish-white Dragon Breath erupted from its massive maw, spreading in a fan shape and covering nearly ten meters in front of the team.

Lin Fan stood at the very front of the team, the three pairs of small light wings on his ankles fully deployed.

He stomped his foot hard, and silver-white Holy Light shields stacked one after another, building three thick Holy Light barriers in the direction of the incoming Dragon Breath.

But the moment the Dragon Breath hit the Holy Light shields, all the shields shattered simultaneously, like paper being licked by flames.

After penetrating the shields, the Dragon Breath's momentum remained undiminished.

The Dragon Breath swept across the stone platform, the grayish-white light swallowing everything.

Shen Shuang's Ice Armor, Yu Nian's lightning, Xu Tao's stone wall, Ye Qing's Spatial Jump, Xu Ziyan's ice shield...

All defenses shattered at the same instant, not even lasting a single second.

The six people were blown away by the shockwave of the Dragon Breath, slamming heavily against the inner wall of the barrier or the stone pillars. The blood they coughed up evaporated instantly in the high temperature.

Xu Ziyan bore the brunt of it; his spiritual power was the lowest, and his ice shield broke the fastest.

The Dragon Breath hit his chest head-on, sending him flying. The back of his head slammed into the edge of the stone platform, and he fell unconscious on the spot, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth down the cracks in the stone.

Shen Shuang's Ice Frost Shell shattered into pieces, and she lay motionless against the inner wall of the barrier.

Yu Nian fell from the air, his wings broken and the wing membranes burned with several large holes, lying in the pile of rubble.

Xu Tao slid down a stone pillar and sat on the ground. The Rock Armor Bear shell on his left arm had completely peeled off, leaving the exposed skin charred black.

The rest of the people were also seriously injured and collapsed on the ground.

Of the seven people, only Lin Fan was still standing.

At the moment the Dragon Breath swallowed the stone platform, he had released Dream-Weaving Era, and his body briefly lost its existence in reality.

The Dragon Breath passed through his position without hitting him.

When he fell back into reality from the dream, the Dragon Breath had already passed, leaving only embers from the high temperature and six lying bodies on the stone platform.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon hovered above the stone platform, its dark brown vertical pupils sweeping over the six people lying on the ground before finally landing on Lin Fan.

A low growl came from deep in its throat.

"You... can still... stand?"

Lin Fan's face was pale and looked extremely terrible. He was already seriously injured, and now his spiritual power was nearly exhausted.

Standing before him was a level eighty-three saint spirit rank intermediate dragon-type Armor Beast.

The situation was critical...

A hint of surprise flashed in the Wanjun Dust Dragon's vertical pupils; this ant was still standing after its full-power strike.

Lin Fan was not the type to sit and wait for death.

Even if he died, he would scrape a layer of skin off this dragon.

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed the last trace of spiritual power from every meridian in his body.

He raised his left hand.

"Thousand Shadows... Moon Guard."

Thirteen Lin Fans appeared on the battlefield.

Twenty-six silver-black flood dragons circled under the moonlight, looking up toward the crescent moon.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon's vertical pupils shifted slightly.

Lin Fan did not hesitate and released Moonfall Dragon Roar Charge at the same time.

Twenty-six silver-white Moon Shadow Giant Dragons condensed above the heads of the twenty Lin Fans.

They dove simultaneously, aiming for the patch of belly scales beneath the Wanjun Dust Dragon's neck.

The giant dragons followed one another head-to-tail. The first strike exploded into a silver-white ball of light on the scales, and the second followed closely behind...

Violent explosions and roars swept out, but when the dust cleared...

Lin Fan discovered in despair that the opponent was completely unharmed, with only a fingernail-sized abrasion added to the grayish-white scales.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon looked down at the abrasion, extended its right front claw, and gently scraped it with the tip. The sand particles near the abrasion were scraped away, but the abrasion remained.

It withdrew its claw, its dark brown vertical pupils looking at Lin Fan playfully.

"My... turn."

The Wanjun Dust Dragon's massive mouth opened, and a huge light ball shot out. It wasn't fast, dragging a long tail of light behind it like a falling star from the heavens.

The light ball's trajectory was not a straight line but an arc, circling from above Lin Fan's head to behind him, blocking all his evasion directions.

Lin Fan could only watch helplessly as the light ball drew closer and closer...

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light streaked across.

Golden light slashed down from the top of the barrier, slicing the dark gold light shield down the middle.

The grayish-white light ball was struck by the golden light and split in half from the center, flying past both sides of Lin Fan's body and exploding on the stone platform behind him.

Rubble splashed from the crater, grazing Lin Fan's back.

Then the golden light dissipated, and a figure appeared above the barrier.

A middle-aged man with grayish-white hair and a thin face, wearing deep gray robes and holding a gleaming golden longsword. The sword's blade still had lingering golden Sword Qi.

The Wanjun Dust Dragon's vertical pupils contracted violently.

Its body abruptly retreated several meters in mid-air, its wings folding in front of it. A dim light film appeared on its grayish-white scales—it was defending.

A level eighty-three saint spirit rank intermediate dragon-type Armor Beast chose to defend rather than counterattack after that single sword strike.

The middle-aged man did not look at it.

He looked down at the six people lying on the stone platform, then at the spiritually depleted Lin Fan, his brow furrowing slightly.

Looking at the man before him, Lin Fan felt an inexplicable sensation besides shock at the other's strength... it seemed to be a familiar sense of closeness.