“Lord Dragon Dust, that man has completed his fusion with the Emperor Flame—he has truly condensed the Dao Flame of the Emperor!” Xiyuan Qing’s voice trembled with urgency as he called out, his scalp tingling with fear. His instincts screamed that the moment this figure made a move, their chances of survival would vanish. The wisest choice now was to retreat. “Uncle Fan, shift the battle lines back. Don’t get splattered with blood,” Dragon Dust said, his tone calm as his gaze locked onto the flame-shrouded figure. “Let me see just how strong someone who has unified the Emperor Flames truly is.” — The colossal Imperial Dragon Nest rumbled as it shifted, pulling the battlefield outward to create more distance between it and Dragon Dust. However, the movement of the Imperial Dragon Nest made the enemies besieging the Xilong Clan believe they were retreating. Thinking victory was near, they launched a frenzied assault. Yet, the Xilong warriors had grown stronger. The crucible of batt...