Li Feng seemed completely unperturbed by the mammoth herdleader's counterattack. A hundred dragons wrapped around his sword, and his light-attuned genetic energy was forming complicated patterns around him.

As the light shifted and transformed, Li Feng's blade shot toward the mammoth herdleader.

The entire battlefield was filled with radiant light, holy and pure, as though Li Feng had opened the gates to heaven.

As the light receded, however, the mammoth herdleader seemed to vanish. Nothing was left behind; he seemed to have evaporated from the world.

The golden mammoth stared at the scene in shock. He had understood the principles behind all the blows that had been exchanged in the battle to date—all except for the very last blow.

Li Feng slowly dropped his sword and released a deep breath. "I was almost sucked into the attack myself. Better not to use something like this too much."

The golden mammoth's mouth was still agape; he had yet to recover from the shock of Li Feng's attack. Subsequently,...