The flames entangled the dragon like a web. The knife energy was so dense that it made every inch of the dragon begin to burn.
With purple lightning sizzling in the sky like a group of snakes dancing wildly, Meng Qi tried to break through the fire web with his fierce knife energy.
"Open!"
Meng Qi's clothes were about to burst as his muscles kept swelling. The dark gold glowing around his body exhausted his strength.
"Open!"
The shouts echoed in Fang Bai ,Yi Song and the others' ears as the flames before them burnt their way towards Meng Qi like a rushing flood. The green stones were scorched and the stalls beside the street began to smoke, looking like the start of a fire.
From within the crimson flames, with the long saber falling down rapidly, threads of purple lightning integrated and transformed into a gigantic dragon, which caused the airflow to begin to collapse, as well as the flames.
