"Enough."
Nian Shi's voice cut through the air like a blade of frozen time, his silver eyes burning with a cold fury that made the very fabric of reality tremble.
"No matter what pretty words you spin," he said, his tone deathly calm, "it changes nothing. Yun Lintian will be mine. I will win this game of fate. Not even Yin can stop me now."
His aura wasn't fierce—it was heavy.
An unbearable weight of epochs pressed down, the accumulated power of a being who had manipulated time itself for eons. Long Yi's knees buckled instantly, his draconic bones creaking under the pressure. Golden blood trickled from his nose as he fought to remain conscious, his vision blurring at the edges.
Ning Yue waved her hand.
A surge of emerald light erupted from the World Tree, wrapping around Long Yi like a protective cocoon. The pressure lifted immediately, allowing the First Dragon to gasp for air, his golden eyes wide with disbelief.
