The dragon's oppressive aura continued to rise, and its originally invisible power began to affect the environment of the Zhou Dynasty. Starting from Wu Yu's heels, cracks began to spread out continuously.

The dragon's might was like a monstrous wave, constantly crashing against Wu Yu's fragile body. Although Wu Yu's back remained straight, blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth. His whole body was red, his veins bulged, and the blood vessels on his skin were almost swollen to their limit. Once they burst, he would be stained with blood.

This dragon was actually increasing its dragon might.

Wu Yu cursed inwardly, and regardless of whether the other party was going to kill him, he prepared to end this meaningless confrontation before suffering irreversible damage.

As soon as the killing intent arose, Wu Yu's own will merged with that killing intent, and he actually temporarily broke free from the suppression of the dragon's might. Wu Yu placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, preparing to unleash the skill he had chosen long ago.

But just before the skill was activated, Wu Yu felt a lightness all over his body. The oppressive force that had almost crushed him vanished without a trace, and Wu Yu's aura returned to his body.

"Huff... Huff..."

Even though he hadn't done anything, Wu Yu felt so exhausted that he was about to fall apart. He suddenly knelt down on the ground, supporting himself with his only remaining right hand, and gasped for breath.

Wu Yu ultimately managed to stop the skill from being unleashed, so the earth-shattering scene that was supposed to happen did not occur.

The dragon looked at Wu Yu, who was almost exhausted, and asked in surprise.

"Just now, you actually wanted to kill me. Could you tell me who gave you the courage?"