The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 555 Something big is coming...

"Who could have imagined that I'd be battling by your side once more." An aged, solemn voice resounded through the air.

Had Qingyi been present, he would instantly identify that voice belonging to Lucios, now the official patriarch of the dragon elves.

Before him appeared another figure, unmistakably a high elf.

He towered nearly six feet in height, clad in armor forged from crystalline glass, both stunning and refined.

His cheekbones rose sharply, while his piercing blue eyes remained ever vigilant.

This was none other than the elven king, Aeryn's uncle.

"Stop being so sullen, Lucios. View this as a chance worth taking." The elven king grinned, gazing at the forces they had assembled.

Five astral realm masters and more than a thousand ancient emperors, supported by close to two million infantry warriors.

A terrifying force advanced relentlessly toward Auranys's divine kingdom capital.

"Opportunity..." Lucios concentrated his thoughts intently.

Though reluctant to concede, his cousin spoke the truth.

His kin had endured endless conflict, and at last, a resolve had formed.

They aimed to strike the assembled powers in the holy capital swiftly, preventing piecemeal executions that would isolate the rest.

Their only recourse was to hope this wasn't some cunning snare.

"Regarding that flying vessel hovering over the holy capital—what have your scouts reported?" Lucios inquired, shifting the topic abruptly.

"Nothing." The elven king denied with a shake of his head. "It comes from those eastern outsiders, or so I've heard. They hardly appear to support the

clenched.

"But, Lord Lucios—" A knight mounted on a scarlet creature attempted to protest, yet met with just one icy, curt reply.

"Withdraw immediately."

The dragon riders wasted no time, wheeling about and soaring off into the distance.

"You as well." Lucios leaned in toward the snout of his timeless bronze mount.

"Depart. I'll catch up shortly."

The bronze dragon regarded Lucios with conflicted gazes before ascending into the clouds, pulling back too.

Just then, as the carnage of the clash intensified further, a shift occurred.

"It's shifting!" Lucios cried out, observing the aerial vessel gradually lifting its rear.

The cannons weren't trained on the troops beneath, neither the broadsides nor the formidable prow gun.

The vessel's aft kept elevating until it stood straight up, aimed directly at the heavens.

"What in the world are these fiends up to?" The elder trembled, clenching his jaws and stepping backward.

Suddenly, he detected scores of beings manifesting within the emperor's hand, only to vanish instantly, as though devoured by an unseen force.

Lucios remained unaware, yet every one of those infernal seeds held strength rivaling a peak astral body realm powerhouse.

Unleashed upon the realm, they could ravage whole empires with ease. Yet here, they served solely to charge the emperor's hand's primary weapon.

One blast harnessing the might of fifty apex astral body realm masters...

Such raw force defied comprehension.

The flying ship maneuvered deliberately, a surge of Qi coursing along its timbers, the forward cannon blazing with a fierce, lethal red glow.

Even from miles distant, Lucios perceived the peril. His instincts howled a single warning: 'Flee without delay!'

Of course, he stood his ground, fighting to steady his racing thoughts while grasping the unfolding events.

In the instant prior to discharge, Qingyi materialized kilometers from Lucios, his gaze locking onto the emperor's hand as he invoked his draconic vision.

He scarcely managed a glance at the scene before the emperor's hand unleashed its fury.

Qingyi's locks whipped wildly, his form hurled rearward by the blast wave that pulverized all in its path below.

Over fifty kilometers off, forests were torn asunder, landscapes flattened utterly.

Nothing short of true immortal realm endured the shockwave's wrath.

Qingyi's sight tracked the Qi bolt launched from the vessel, ascending

into the firmament with horrifying velocity.

'Could I survive a straight strike?' He pondered inwardly, though

he soon rejected the notion.

No...

Not a trace of his essence would linger.

The blast halted its climb, slamming into the vault above with a thunderous

roar.

For an instant, the heavens split with a profound rift, like talons rending the essence of space-time itself.

The fissure started sealing at once, yet prior to full closure,

a horrifying vision descended on the survivors.

Two colossal hands, each vast as a peak.

They seized the rift's borders, wrenching it wide, while a crushing presence blanketed the immortal expanse. "Something immense approaches..." Qingyi clasped the sky-defying thunder sword with unyielding grip.