A few members of the Dragon Clan exchanged glances and simultaneously erupted with a surging aura.
Xiao Qiang couldn't stop his hands, nor could he halt the sequence. Despite the formidable power of the Thorn Powder, Xiao Qiang sensed its gradual dissipation. Should he cease, let alone attack, even flight would be impossible.
By then, his death would be certain!
To survive, for the supreme heavenly dao, Xiao Qiang's eyes turned blood red, his body quaking incessantly as he gripped on with all his might.
Boom!
Long Jingtian's body was once again hurled a hundred meters away. Xiao Qiang snorted coldly, already within half a meter of his opponent, his right fist raised high. In a blink, it thundered down with the roar of wind and thunder.
But this time, Xiao Qiang's wish was not fulfilled.
A scaly arm suddenly shot out, thwarting Xiao Qiang's definitive strike.
With a bang!
