long zixiao was laughing and shouting.
his soul rippled, as if thousands of soldiers and horses were charging into the enemy's formation. the entire cliff was shaking.
the fairy dragon's expression froze, and the celestial erosion yellow dragon's hostility was like a fishbone stuck in its throat, forced into its stomach. the injured lin dong dragon god's eyebrows twitched, and its mouth was half-open, pretending to be shocked.
"ah ..."
a faint sigh rang out, blowing on one's neck. it was chilly and carried a faint chill.
bai wushang had goosebumps all over because a dragon shadow the size of a thumb had been stripped from the dragon slaying emperor sword on his back. it slowly flew into the sky and kept expanding.
in a flash, the people outside the ancestral dragon ship fell silent. the disasters that had appeared out of nowhere were forcefully dispersed, and everything became quiet.
