A flame ignited at Fang Yang's brow, and on top of his head bloomed four whole leaves, and moreover, a fifth leaf was also gradually taking shape.
Life Lamp!
Formless Demon Body!
Dragon Qi!
...
In an instant, all his trump cards merged into a single finger, and facing the sky full of flood dragons, he pointed forward,
The storm abruptly ceased!
It seemed as if even the torrential rain had stopped, everything became stagnant, as if time and space had frozen over.
Then.
Crack!
Crack!
The sound of breaking echoed, the wind and rain around Fang Yang turned into a mirror, and now, cracks began to appear on the mirror, becoming more and more numerous and dense.
In the end, they shattered abruptly.
Including those Azure Dragons in the storm, all disappeared, eradicated by the wind and rain!
Effortless as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, thunderous and overwhelming.
From beginning to end, there was no room for resistance.
