And now, as the Emperor is sealed for ever longer, even with the convergence of nine great earth veins, the Imperial City can hardly withstand the impact of a third grade confrontation.
The strike gathering wind, rain, thunder, and lightning was warded off by the Three Cauldrons, and King Shu immediately sensed the opponent's aura weakening.
Such desperate forbidden techniques, though overwhelmingly powerful, are not sustainable; if one can withstand the strongest wave of attack, it can easily lead to their defeat.
King Shu's face was hard and cold, like millennia-old stone, his palms horizontal, revealing an imposing and domineering aura.
However, at the same time, the Yinglong breathed deeply, drawing streams of Essence Qi from afar.
"This is..."
The Princess, always focused on the battle, was the first to discern the source of these streams of Essence Qi.
