The massive body of the Flood Dragon dispersed the black mist, heading toward the ancient castle in the depths.
A flash of blade light winked out, pursuing from behind, filled with the intent of returning all to silence and decay, causing the dragon's scales to tighten in great terror.
It hurriedly turned around, preparing with solemnity.
But in this delay, Ji Jingqiu and his companions had already intercepted it.
Senluo very sensibly took a step back, ready to assist his big brother.
The image of the Mythical Creature flinging Zhong Nanzhu away with its tail, causing countless Martial Artists' bones to break and muscles to snap, was still fresh in his mind; he did not believe his physique could compare to Zhong Nanzhu's.
The dragon's roar abruptly sounded, deep and powerful, trembling the air, with unstoppable rage and dignified heat, for it was being mocked.