The ferocity and overwhelming innate divine abilities of the dragon clan were now displayed in full.
Although the evil god manifestation possessed a higher realm of power, under the combined assault of several peak dragons it was completely tied down, unable to break free to deal with anyone else.
The remaining dragons charged into the Heavenly Evil Sect disciples like tigers among sheep. The sect had lost the protection of its grand array and had fallen into utter chaos.
The battle instantly entered its most brutal, most bloody phase!
The physically mighty black dragons, coiled dragons, earth dragons, and similar races formed the vanguard.
They tore enemies apart with razor claws, swept aside thousands with their tails, and shrugged off scattered spell attacks with indomitable bodies, moving like indestructible mobile fortresses that trampled the sect’s lines at will.
Dragons specialising in elemental attacks stayed slightly to the rear, unleashing their fury without restraint.
Where dragon breath passed, the ground became scorched earth. Where thunder struck, only ash remained. Where frost tides swept, forests of ice statues stood. Where storms raged, not even bones survived.
Dragon roars, explosions, screams, the cracking of bones, the collapse of buildings… all wove together into a bloody, frenzied symphony of death.
The Heavenly Evil Sect disciples were vicious, yet in individual strength, fighting spirit, and especially racial gifts, they were far inferior to this dragon army unified under Chen Ping’s command and burning with the desire for vengeance.
Moreover, their high-level elders were being cut down by Chen Ping as easily as vegetables, while their greatest reliance, the evil god manifestation, remained firmly pinned.
Defeat came like an avalanche!
Panic spread through the Heavenly Evil Sect disciples like the plague.
Those who tried to resist were instantly swallowed by dragon breath.
Those who attempted to flee found every escape route already sealed by the highly mobile wind dragons and cloud dragons.
Most were simply crushed in despair.
Blood dyed the pale bone cliffs crimson, gathering into streams that flowed down the sheer walls, turning the miasma below a faint red.
The stench of blood, thick to the extreme, momentarily overpowered the evil qi and death qi that had accumulated here for ten thousand years.
Chen Ping’s figure continued to flicker across the battlefield. His targets were clear: he prioritised the Heavenly Immortal elders, dismantling the sect’s command structure.
Beneath the Dragon-Slaying Sword there was no one who could withstand a single blow.
His mastery of laws grew ever more refined. At times he accelerated time to explode with speed, at times he folded space to step across vast distances in an instant, at times he split the five-element sword light into tens of thousands of rays to strike multiple enemies at once.
Elder Evil Bone watched the sect’s elite being slaughtered like livestock. His heart bled. These were the foundations he had painstakingly built!
He frantically drove the evil god manifestation, trying to reverse the tide, but Old Black and the other ancient dragons cooperated perfectly, attacking and defending as one, locking him in place.
They were even gradually gaining the upper hand. The manifestation’s glow dimmed, its form beginning to waver.
“Soul-Devouring Heavenly Venerable! Lord Soul-Devourer! How long will you watch? If you do not appear, both of us will perish here! All your schemes will come to nothing!”
Elder Evil Bone let out a despairing, venomous roar filled with unwillingness and the fury of having been betrayed.
He knew the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Venerable was definitely nearby, or at least had a wisp of divine sense attached to this place!
Otherwise there would have been no way to accurately relay the earlier news that Chen Ping was gravely wounded.
As if in answer to his cry, a cold, malevolent aura carrying a powerful soul-corroding flavour suddenly seeped out from the deepest part of Ten Thousand Bone Withered Cliff.
It emerged silently from beneath the altar built from countless skulls, the place where evil qi was most concentrated.
The aura was not particularly vast; it even felt somewhat weak and unstable, yet its essential quality was extraordinarily high. It bore the unique pressure of laws belonging to a Heavenly Venerable, causing every sensitive being on the battlefield with keen perception, including Chen Ping and the foremost dragons, to feel it instantly.
