Gloom

"Humph!"

Faced with the incoming scorching dragon flame, the old man remained composed and snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist, his folding fan opened up and released an incomparably golden glow!

The old man's folding fan seemed to have transformed into a blazing sun, emitting golden rays that were bedazzling.

In that instant, everyone watching the battle from the capital, be it cultivators or mortals, felt a sharp pain in their eyes. Their vision was drowned by the endless light and they lost their sight temporarily.

Those outside the capital that were closest to the battlefield shrieked in pain and turned their heads subconsciously. Shutting their eyes tightly, tears streamed down their faces.

"Roar!"

The divine dragon seemed to recognize the folding fan in the old man's hands as it let out a deep growl while looking on with a hint of caution.

Swash!

The old man waved his folding fan and swiped forward.