As one, the three dragon women ignited their life essence. Not just their energy, not just their power—but the very core of their existence, their souls, their future possibilities.
White light erupted from Long Xi, azure from Long Qingxuan, and deep azure from Long Niu. Their bodies became conduits of ultimate sacrifice, their auras shining brighter than they ever had before, fueled by the certainty of their impending end.
They formed a triangle around Yun Lintian, a final, desperate wall of light and devotion.
Nian Shi didn't even acknowledge their sacrifice. His eyes, burning with silver fire, were locked only on Yun Lintian. These insects were beneath his notice, their defiance an irritation to be swatted aside.
"Out of my way!" he bellowed, and simply swung the Blade of Eternity.
He didn't aim a technique. He didn't craft a temporal paradox. He put the full weight of his fury into a single, contemptuous horizontal slash aimed at the three women.
