In an instant, the overwhelming pressure, as heavy as Mount Tai, melted away like ice and snow, turning into nothingness.
Long Tian only felt that the spiritual power within his dantian was beyond his control as his indestructible dragon body shrank unceasingly, reverting to human form. His body, beyond his control, lunged towards Li Xiaobai, kneeling on the ground with arms raised high above his head in submission and worship.
"Pfft!"
Long Tian coughed up a mouthful of blood; the operation of his cultivation technique had been forcefully disrupted, causing him considerable backlash. His primordial spirit felt as if it were being torn apart forcibly—a pain so intense it was almost unbearable.
In his eyes was a look of sheer horror. In the span of a mere second, his most prized ability had broken without being attacked, and it had even reflected damage onto himself. Most crucially, from beginning to end, he had not perceived what technique Li Xiaobai had used.