VOID BREATH!
ROAR!!!
A harsh bellowing roar shook the void, ferocious, savage, domineering, and ravenous. Formless Divinity Soul Light glimmered majestically across his draconic scales.
Sage Springfield's attention was immediately shifted as a sensation of danger impacted his conscious instincts, and his doubtful gaze turned to see a wide-mouthed Wei Wuyin millions of miles away.
"...?" His first thought seeing such a stance was a Minor Ascension Art or Martial Art incorporated within a thunderous roar with the intent to affect his spirit or physical body. After all, it rang clearly through the inhospitable vacuum of the Dark Void indicative of its spiritual intensity.