Lin Shiming, with one hand clasped behind his back, naturally drew the attention of the Crimson Flood Dragon.
In its intelligent, enormous dragon eyes, a bright light suddenly emerged.
"Human, that strike of yours just now was a magical treasure!"
"How about we exchange information? You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine?" Lin Shiming, seeing that the other party didn't respond but instead noticed the injuries on his hand, asked again.
"You're stalling for time!" The Crimson Flood Dragon spat out a cloud of smoke, which then suddenly enveloped it.
Boom!
The smoke surged and transformed into six smoke dragons, charging in six different directions.
Even though the Crimson Flood Dragon was aware of Lin Shiming's movements, it still didn't charge at Lin Shiming.
No other reason, but because, although one hand was injured, it still had another hand.
