Black Wukong also knelt halfway atop the Somersault Cloud, using the tail end of the Jingu Bang to prop himself up against the cloud surface, forcing himself not to fall.
Just as Flint thought he could catch his breath, the long-silent dragon suddenly burst forth, shaking its gigantic wings that blotted out the sun, transforming into a curtain of black as it pounced toward him, slamming his body onto the ground from the side and pinning him tightly beneath it.
"Roar—!"
Then, the dragon opened its blood-toothed maw and exhaled a curtain of red flames onto his face.
Flint's face was scorched to a blur of flesh and bone, the bones themselves resembling clumps of mud that crumbled upon touch.
The dragon breathed heavily, its body slowly degenerated, and soon it reverted back to that emaciated, naked boy. He swallowed hard, wiping the blood from his face while quickly crawling backward, distancing himself from Flint, who was slowly standing up from the ground.
