In the skies above the magical forest, a golden divine dragon appeared, shocking the entire forest. The overwhelming aura made countless magical creatures tremble, crawling on the ground in fear, shivering with terror.
At that moment, the entire Divine Martial Continent was in turmoil, and numerous powerful divine senses spread from the distant sky.
"That's...??"
"My God! A Divine Dragon!?"
"That's right, it's really a Divine Dragon! How is that possible!?"
Several shocked divine senses echoed, but at that moment, a more terrifying aura emanated from the deepest part of the forest, bringing with it an endless sense of destruction and death.
A massive black hand reached out from the center of the magical forest, directly attempting to grab the golden dragon in the sky.
"What is that?"
"It seems to be swallowing my divine sense!"
"I feel the aura of destruction!"
"Not good, retreat quickly!"
Brief divine senses spread before vanishing into the sky, and facing this situation, Long Aotian's expression changed dramatically. Even the old state advisor felt the immense danger, pulling everyone behind him and preparing to act at any moment.
At this moment, Tian Fan felt it more clearly than the others. The instant the giant black hand appeared, he felt a strange power stirring within him. He had never practiced before, so how could there be such a force within his body!?
This force seemed to be extremely wary of the giant magical hand in the sky. After the black mist appeared, it stealthily moved deep into Tian Fan's body, concealing his aura completely, seemingly trying to avoid the destructive death mist.
"Huh?"
Long Aotian and the others were shocked by the strange scene in the sky and didn't notice the strange change in Tian Fan. The old state advisor, who had been on high alert, suddenly noticed the absence of Tian Fan's aura. He let out a soft sound of confusion and turned to look at him, but at that moment, the dragon's roar in the sky once again drew his attention.
The golden divine dragon encountered a serious problem. The supreme dragon's might roared across the heavens, and the dragon claws swung through the air, striking at the approaching magical hand. However, when they met the hand formed from the dark magical mist, the dragon's claws were absorbed as if they were water entering the sea, doing no damage at all.
Where the magical hand passed, countless trees began to wither, clearly indicating the corrosive power of the black mist.
The dragon roared in the sky, shaking time and space. The golden divine dragon's body was surrounded by a bright white glow, and a powerful dragon energy formed in its massive mouth, slowly compressing. Eventually, a white orb of light, the size of a fist, settled in front of the dragon's head. Despite its reduced size, its power was enormous—far stronger than the Hunyuan Sword the old state advisor had launched.
As the magical hand approached, the dragon released the orb, which transformed into a brilliant beam of light, striking the magical hand.
"Boom…"
The powerful dragon energy shattered the magical hand, dispersing black mist into the sky. However, before the dragon could take a breath, the mist reformed into the shape of a hand and slapped the dragon, sending it crashing down from the sky.
"Boom…"
The enormous dragon body crashed onto the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth. A giant pit formed before everyone's eyes. The golden divine dragon coughed up blood, its body cracking. It struggled to rise but could no longer stand, staring up in anger as the magical hand descended once more.
Having gone through countless trials and tribulations, the dragon had finally activated its ancient divine dragon bloodline, breaking through the limits and ascending to the highest level. It should have been worshipped from all corners of the world and enjoyed its immortality. Yet, at this moment, in its greatest glory, a single magical hand threatened to kill it.
The magical hand was about to strike again, but the old state advisor stepped forward, raising his hand and sending out a mysterious hand seal to block the attack.
"Puh…"
The two enormous hands collided, and in an instant, the old man was forced back, spitting blood.
"What terrifying power, what is this thing!?"
The old man, one of the strongest beings in the Divine Martial Continent, was shocked. His most powerful technique couldn't even withstand the force of the magical hand. What was more terrifying was that the misty hand, formed from black fog, seemed completely unaffected, continuing its downward trajectory toward the fallen dragon.
"Humph…"
The old man snorted coldly, and his body was surrounded by a green light, with strange symbols floating around him. At the same time, he formed one after another of mysterious seals with both hands. A golden net of light appeared in his hands, and as soon as it did, the green symbols surrounding him began to tremble and fused with the golden net.
"Seal the demons!"
The old man muttered, pushing the golden net toward the descending magical hand. The golden net, representing the manifestation of the laws of the world, clashed with the hand in midair. For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand. However, after a brief standoff, the magical hand proved stronger.
"Puh…"
The old man was once again sent flying back, spitting out blood.
The old man's face showed shock as he realized that even his strongest technique couldn't stop the hand. Just the force from the clash had forced him back and made him spit blood. If that hand had struck directly, it would have likely reduced him to dust without a trace!
Realizing this, he turned to look at the weak dragon lying on the ground. He had seen the dragon take the full brunt of the magical hand's attack and survive, a testament to the dragon's incredible resilience.
The dark hand descended again, seizing the fallen dragon and dragging it toward the depths of the magical forest.
The dragon let out a mournful cry, its massive head turning to face the group, its enormous eyes dim with despair. What could be more disheartening than this?!
The divine dragon had fallen into despair!
The old state advisor looked helpless, while Long Yueying, unable to bear the sight, turned her head away. Tian Fan, watching this scene, felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow surge within him. Something inside him stirred, and images of bloodied scenes flashed in his mind: a battle demon with its head severed, a celestial being with no eyes, a god missing an arm, a divine dragon dancing with its broken body, and countless severed limbs falling from the sky. Finally, the image settled on a beautiful, ethereal white figure, her blood staining her white gown, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her pale, tragic smile directed at Tian Fan before her figure faded, as life and death were intertwined!
"No!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed from Tian Fan, tears streaming down his face. His expression twisted with grief and rage as he took a step forward.