Under the bright blue sky.
Fifty li west of Zhen Shan Temple, the river waters overturned, the Jiao dragon triggered wind and waves, and two or three Taoist priests fought with swords entangled.
Yibai, the Shape-shifting Jiao Dragon, faced the attack by the Taoist priests without even a hint of alarm. His eyes surveyed all directions, his dragon claws vicious, his dragon tail heavy with force; if he found an opportunity, a bite from his dragon head would be exceptionally fierce.
For a moment, the battle between him and the Taoist priests was evenly matched, and in the blink of an eye, they had clashed more than thirty or forty times, yet still, there was no victor.
Yibai wholly unleashed the ferocious nature of the dragon, growing more valiant as the fight went on.
"This demon is ferocious. Brothers, bring out the magic artifacts and subdue the demon!"
The Taoist priest shouted loudly.
