Zhao Ming’s face flushed red, it was as if a formidable might had pressed down and enveloped him, causing him to be unable to advance or retreat.
At this moment, he still gritted his teeth and bitterly held on, yet his body trembled and was obviously unable to persist for long.
Of course, Zhao Ming didn’t resign himself to death.
Whoosh!
The Origin Energy on his body abruptly started raging, and it seemed like milky white flames that were blazing ceaselessly…
However, every instant these white flames rose explosively, they would be smashed to dispersal by a shapeless force.
It was as if the shapeless force had transformed into a terrifying strong wind that followed him like a shadow, even if his body was suffused with a trace of Origin Energy, it would be directly shattered.
Whereas above Zhao Ming, the eight ancient horned dragon silhouettes that hadn’t even completely condensed into form were directly shocked to dispersal, and were annihilated before they could be completed.