In the blink of an eye, the golden lightning collided with the golden glow.
Instantly, Fang Shengqing's golden protective divine power shook violently, as if a mountain were trembling and about to collapse.
Within the glow, the silhouette of the Golden Dragon emitted a piercing scream from the clash with the lightning. On the golden shield, fine cracks appeared, as if it were under unbearable pressure.
And these cracks were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Behind, the divine skills of the other cultivators also descended.
In an instant, the golden protective divine power crumbled loudly, like a shattered illusion, and the image of the Golden Dragon dissipated along with it.
Almost simultaneously, Fang Shengqing's figure retreated rapidly.
The falling Thunder Strike and other attacks almost grazed his body as they struck the western platform, leaving a clear mark on the sturdy stage.
