Roar~
The Phantom Dragon, with half its wing torn and blood splattering, spiraled down toward a Floating Island, howling in unwillingness and terror.
Boom~
Nearly ten tons of robust physique slammed into a Floating Island, kicking up a cloud of dust and rubble, its claws digging into the cliff, forcefully pulling itself back up.
And the Ikran that originally inhabited this area all scattered in panic.
Only leaving the bleeding Phantom Dragon gasping for breath.
Tao Yu seized the opportunity as he leapt into the air with his Wind Riding technique and used the Sword of the Spirit to sever the dragon's partial wing, and he was now adjusting his body midair, drawing close with a suction from the Great Shift of Qiankun.
A vine came swinging through the air towards Tao Yu, and ultimately, grabbing hold of the vine, he used it to steady his descent, landing firmly beside the Phantom Dragon.
