The formidable, even suffocating, Skeleton Dragon's might caused the communication channel to fall dead silent. The only things that could be heard were painful grunts and heavy breathing.
A Cultivator suffered too many wounds to maintain the defense line of his soul. He was swallowed by Skeleton Dragon's mental attack and screamed uncontrollably as if he was stuck in an endless nightmare.
"What do we do?"
Gritting her teeth, Ding Lingdang jumped above of one of Skeleton Dragon's arms and crashed into the skull at the end. One of the tusks in the skull was blown off, but yet another new crack was added to her already fragmented crystal suit!
"What do we do?"
Yan Jun stretched his bow and shot arrows again. The long bow condensed by spiritual energy let out a rain of hundreds of arrows, but in a much more lackluster hue than before.
The shooting seemed to have consumed most of his soul power. His body shivered beyond his control.
