Yan Huan held Liu Fuguang's body. His breathing was very calm, and his eyeballs moved slightly under his eyelids - he sank into a dream, but Yan Huan could not bring him back.
This is something the Dragon God cannot tolerate.
Yan Huan's expression was ferocious for a moment because of his fury. Half of his nine cloudy eyes were fixed on the sorcerer who was singing and dancing on the altar, completely unaware of the impending disaster.
The pitch-black tentacles, like a sticky tide, wrapped Liu Fuguang's body properly and placed it in the heart of the Dragon God. Yan Huan transformed into a real dragon and descended from the sky. The magnificent and ancient altar of 10,000 meters was like a poor little tree entangled by a giant python and about to fall.
“How dare you!” The Dragon God roared hoarsely. Hundreds of wizards had no time to resist. They were pierced through the heart by the extremely sharp spikes and dragged in front of the eyeless dragon. “How dare you play tricks in front of me? Immediately cancel all the magic set by Wu Luo!”
“Evil, evil dragon…” The evil pierced through the body, and the witch’s face twisted in pain, gasping for breath, “How could you… escape…”
"It's not the evil dragon suppressed by the Witch Ancestor!" The leading witch still had some strength left. He could never have imagined that there would be an external force in the world that could break the barrier of Tianshu Yumen after such a disaster. "It came to avenge its own kind... Give up. The curse set by the Witch Ancestor cannot be lifted no matter what. Otherwise, this world will cease to exist. What's the point of us living? It's useless even if you kill us."
Yan Huan did not get angry but laughed. He slowly opened his dragon's mouth, revealing bloody sharp teeth that were entangled and densely intertwined like a spiral hell, and countless black long tongues like snakes winding and flowing between the teeth.
Seeing this scene, all the witches changed color with rage.
In their lifetime, there was nothing more horrifying than this. Between the forked black tongues, the witches even saw miserable human faces floating up and falling down, in all kinds of situations, crying out for help. Even the Fengdu Underworld Sea, which was filled with dead souls, was not even one thousandth as horrifying as the scene in the dragon's mouth!
"Do you think I am Yinglong?" Yan Huan spit out a bloody dragon breath, instantly engulfing all the wizards. "Even if Emperor Ying himself comes, he will have to retreat in front of me. Do you think I am Yinglong?"
The Great Wizard was speechless, his eyelids and tongue were trembling in extreme fear. The Dragon God hissed, "I don't want to repeat my request a second time."
At this moment, the sea of clouds swirled in the sky, revealing a road that seemed to open up between this world and the next. The strong wind indiscriminately enveloped the altar and Yan Huan's real body, and suddenly bounced away the tentacles that pierced through the witch!
Yan Huan turned his nine eyes frantically, trying to capture the figure of the person who was coming, but he saw a vague will penetrating the dying body of the witch, just like too much water squeezed into a too small ball, which could only convey as much information as possible before the ball burst.
"The greatest evil..." The Great Witch's face flickered with Wu Luo's true appearance, "Please listen to me..."
Yan Huan maintained his hunting posture and asked suspiciously, "Wu Luo?"
"The Supreme Kindness has fulfilled my trust. This song is sending him into Mu Xing's memory..."
Yan Huan listened patiently and realized that "Mu Xing" should be the name of the young dragon.
"But I overlooked one thing," Wu Luo admitted, "Just as my spell can make Muxing remember the most deeply engraved past events in his dreams, Zhishan heard the news and lost himself in his dreams..."