Lord Shanyang was emotionally agitated, but his condition was also extremely poor.
Li Muyang glanced at him, suspecting that even if this old monster held on until it chased the spirit to death, it would probably be completely drained.
Right now, Lord Shanyang was merely holding on with his last breath, and once that breath was exhausted, he expected he would collapse for quite a while...
Li Muyang pondered in his heart, but his attacks did not stop.
He did not transform into the true form of the Flood Dragon, but rather flew through the air in the form of a dragon maiden, surrounded by abundant rain and mist.
In the enveloping mist filled with moisture, the dragon maiden wielded lightning and rain more smoothly.
Bolts of lightning and celestial fire struck forward, and a torrential storm of lightning and fire densely fell, as if a thunderous and fiery downpour had erupted within the Bodhi Tree realm.
It was as if the apocalypse of legend had arrived.
