The massive Ice Dragon burst through the sky, with a chill so intense it frosted her eyelashes.
This was a checkmate situation.
In these circumstances, she had to make an attempt.
A dangerous attempt.
An attempt between life and death.
"My Father in heaven..."
Along with the gentle prayer, she called for the descent of a miracle.
Boom!
Familiar thunder rumbled forth.
Chen Jing suddenly opened her eyes and saw an incredible scene.
The Sacred Horn abruptly ceased.
Because Horton's forehead had been penetrated by an electrified Wooden Sword, his pupils contracting violently from the intense pain, his face a mask of disbelief, and he fell straight down.
With a thud.
The Sacred Horn dropped to the ground.
The dignified and formidable Martial God hovered behind him, looking down from on high.
