" An eighth-grade dragon pearl should be more nourishing. " Ye Qianli returned to the southern camp. She stared at the Vermilion Bird River with her sharp eyes and spread her spiritual power in all directions.
Although it was a little risky! However, if he were to kill Flood Dragon King at this moment, he would have to deal with a Level 7 and Level 8 Dragon Pearl! The difference was too great.
As long as she attacked accurately, she could kill Flood Dragon King the moment he advanced! If he burned it directly and did not give it the chance to familiarize itself with its own strength or react, it would definitely succeed!
And Ye Qianli's thoughts…
"F * ck! Don't tell me she's waiting for Flood Dragon King to advance before she makes a move?" The magic box sensed something and muttered in its heart. The more it thought about it, the more it felt that its stupid master would definitely play like this.
