Witnessing the horrific scene before him, which resembled a hellish inferno, and feeling the bloodline pressure emanating from the Primordial Ancestral Dragon.

The thousand-foot-tall Abyssal Sacred Shark began to tremble uncontrollably, every inch of its skin expressing its fear of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon.

At this moment, Jiao Mengyan's mind was blank, with only one thought echoing wildly in the depths of her consciousness:

How could there be dragons here?!

It should be noted that in the long course of time, the pure bloodline of the ancient dragon race has become extremely rare. Each of those ancient races has its own unique heritage, so how could they possibly be interested in the ancestral bloodline in this ancestral land?

But before she could think any further, a huge, crystal-clear dragon tail emerged from the thick fog once more.

The speed of the glass dragon tail was so fast that Jiao Mengyan had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as it rapidly enlarged in her pupils.

Suddenly, a tremendous force struck her massive body, and the thousand-foot-tall Abyss Saint Shark was sent flying uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

It swiftly traced an arc through the air before crashing onto the blood-red ground, causing the entire space to tremble.

As the dust settled, the body of the Yuanlan Sacred Shark began to twist and deform once again. Its originally huge fish tail gradually shrank and transformed into two slender legs.

Its skin, covered in eerie blue scales, gradually became smooth and delicate, regaining the texture of human skin. Its enormous body rapidly shrank, transforming back into human form in the blink of an eye, and it lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state.

Jiao Mengyan lay on the ground, her bones feeling like they were falling apart, every muscle throbbing with excruciating pain. Her limbs felt like they were being repeatedly pounded by a heavy hammer, and she couldn't move an inch.

She was gasping for breath, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with despair.

After doing all this, the Primordial Dragon turned its enormous head and cast its gaze upon the dying Linglong Ancient Serpent and the Sweeping Clouds Divine Butterfly, which was struggling to escape with all its might.

Then it raised its majestic neck and opened its blood-red maw wide.

The white mist that filled the entire space began to boil violently.

Countless streams of primordial energy flowed continuously into the massive maw of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of dragon breath containing countless primordial energies erupted forth.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, space was instantly torn apart, emitting a continuous series of shattering sounds.

Everything around was distorted and deformed under the impact of this primordial dragon breath, even time and space gave way!

Sensing the deadly threat approaching, the already mangled body of the Linglong Ancient Serpent suddenly unleashed its last strength as it desperately twisted and turned, trying to escape the terrifying dragon breath.

But realizing it couldn't escape the dragon's breath, it let out a weak and mournful hiss:

"No, spare me, I'm willing to submit..."

However, its voice seemed insignificant amidst the deafening roar of the dragon's breath, and was mercilessly drowned out before it could finish speaking.

The next moment, the enormous, exquisite ancient serpent was swallowed up by the dragon's breath, leaving not a trace behind. It instantly turned into ashes and disappeared into the world.

After annihilating the Serpent Enchantress, the terrifying dragon breath still lingered and began to spread into the distance, its target being the Sweeping Clouds Divine Butterfly, whose flight path was erratic!

Butterfly Dream Shadow was already at its last gasp; its half-broken wing struggled to flap in the air currents, each flap requiring all its strength.

As it sensed the rapidly approaching dragon-destroying breath, its already fragile body trembled, and the colorful scales on its butterfly wings fell off in a flurry, like petals drifting in the wind.

But she still refused to give up her last struggle, desperately changing her flight direction in an attempt to escape the dragon's breath. However, the dragon's breath seemed to have a mind of its own, locking onto her tightly.

Just as the dragon's breath was about to catch up, Die Mengying suddenly unleashed a burst of power, elevating her body and attempting to leap over the dragon's breath.

But all of this was in vain; the power of the dragon's breath was too great, and it enveloped it in an instant.

"No!"

The Sweeping Clouds Butterfly let out its final lament, its voice filled with fear and resentment.

But before the dragon's breath, the unwilling roar was instantly swallowed up.

In an instant, the thousand-foot-tall Divine Butterfly of the Clouds was completely annihilated by the dragon's breath. Its magnificent wings and agile figure vanished into nothingness, leaving only an empty aura to prove that it had once existed in this world.

The dragon's breath slowly dissipated after delivering the fatal blow, but its terrifying aura still lingered over the battlefield for a long time.

At this moment, Lin Shuo's situation within the Minghai Spirit Vortex Formation was also extremely precarious.

The enormous vortex within the spirit array spun rapidly, constantly tearing at his body.

The immense pressure made his bones crack, his skin was squeezed to the point of almost bursting, and blood kept seeping from the corners of his mouth, his eye sockets, and his nasal cavity, making him look extremely miserable.

Damn it!

Lin Shuo hadn't expected the Nether Sea Spirit Vortex Array to be so troublesome. Although he had personally chosen it, he wasn't stupid enough to risk testing the array's power prematurely. Now, by some twist of fate, he was trapped within it and was suffering terribly from the array's power.

Lin Shuo looked up at Qin Luo, who was looking down at him from above the spirit array. His chest heaved violently, and every breath he took was filled with suppressed anger.

As a direct descendant of the Lin family, one of the top powers in Junwu Continent, one of the thirty-six super continents, Lin Shuo has grown up in a state of respect since childhood. When has he ever suffered such humiliation?

This humiliation made him wish he could immediately break through the spirit array and tear Qin Luo to pieces to vent his hatred.

Thinking of this, Lin Shuo's chest heaved violently. He suppressed the shock, anger, and resentment surging within him, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

Then, gritting his teeth and puffing out his cheeks, he roared, word by word:

"You think you can completely suppress me with just this Nether Sea Spirit Vortex Formation? Today, I'll show you the true strength of the Lin family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Shuo's spiritual energy erupted instantly.

The rich spiritual energy spread out from Lin Shuo as the center, forming the Origin Sea, a vast ocean, behind him.

The waves surged and roared, each spray containing a powerful spirit.

As the Origin Sea appeared, strange fluctuations rippled in the space behind Lin Shuo. Countless water vapors surged and converged from all directions in the previously empty air, intertwining and merging above the Origin Sea, gradually becoming thick and heavy, almost tangible.

Within this sea of ​​clouds formed by the condensation of water vapor, ripples spread across the surface of the Primordial Sea.

A colossal figure rose from the deep seabed, emerging from the waves.

At first, the figure was just a blurry outline. As it climbed upwards from the primordial sea, the water vapor condensed and the outline became clearer and clearer.

Finally, a towering Dharma image, thousands of feet tall and radiating a deep blue light, stood proudly behind Lin Shuo!