In the Inner World.
Fang Cheng sat on the throne, his brows gradually tightening.
That mysterious presence from a higher dimension, its spiritual energy was overwhelmingly vast.
Like an endless river, nearly inexhaustible.
Even though the opponent descended through dimensions, its strength had been greatly weakened.
But his own consciousness tendrils, similarly not within the Inner World, couldn't fully leverage the home advantage.
Continuing this way would eventually drag down his spiritual power, inevitably leading to defeat.
His gaze swept over the Fire Dragon's face, twisted in extreme pain, and suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.
This could be called the Fire Dragon's home ground.
He was the true master here!
Therefore, as long as he chose to accept it, he could turn the tables.
"Fire Dragon!"
