"We are far enough away now!"
Zhu Minglang stepped on the back of the Ice Morning White Dragon, and his body shot towards the zenith of the sky like an arrow.
The cool frost accompanied him on both sides, and the moment he flew towards the Crossing Robbers Fiend Star Dragon, the Ice Morning White Dragon had also cast an Ice Feathers guard on itself, those feathers imbued with the power of extreme cold stemmed from the Ice Morning White Dragon's auxiliary wings...
Zhu Minglang glanced at the Ice Morning White Dragon falling beneath him, but his heart was devoid of distractions.
Such heights could not be reached without a partner willing to put aside everything for him.
In the end, everyone has their own limits.
"Sword Spirit Dragon, it's our turn."
Zhu Minglang was now very close to the Crossing Robbers Fiend Star Dragon.
One must admire the perseverance of the Fiend Star Dragon, for at this height, its entire body could be scorched until not a single bone remained.
