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The deafening Dragon Roars shattered the air, breaking through every layer of their defenses with relentless force.

Both the Ancestor and Phoenix were struck, their forms blasted backward as if they were weightless rag dolls.

They collided with the ground with bone-jarring impacts, their bodies bouncing and skidding across the scorched earth before coming to a halt some distance away.

Blood spewed from their mouths, the crimson streaks painting the ground as they struggled to rise.

Thick rivulets of blood dripped from their eyes.

Despite the obvious signs of internal damage, their bodies remained perfectly fine, their flesh showing no outward signs of the devastation they had endured.

"You sneaky little bastard…" The Ancestor groaned, a guttural sound. "How dare you attack in such a way!"

All the while, the Phoenix coughed violently, spitting blood.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Feng Shen frowned, clearly displeased.