"Fuyue, do you yield?"
Li Yan's short hair stood on end as the Disaster Water and Dragon Mist intertwined into black and white streams that spread from his spear along the spine of the giant whale, tightly encircling the Fuyue Giant Whale like a spiderweb.
A roaring bellow!
The Fuyue Giant Whale let out a sky-shattering roar. With a twist of Li Yan's hand, the Dragon Son spear transformed the once half-black, half-white web into a thick milky white. The Dragon Mist, like chains capable of holding thousands of pounds, relentlessly washed over the giant whale's flesh and soul. The more it struggled, the stronger the effect of the Dragon Mist became.
The Fuyue Giant Whale struggled fiercely for a moment. The more it struggled, the faster its magical power and spirit drained away, and before long, it lost the strength to resist.
