A full hundred yards across, both horizontally and vertically, such a large expanse of water seemed to evaporate in an instant, leaving a muddy lakebed covered with cracks.
Several breaths later, the water began to flow again, streaming in noisily from all sides, filling the void left behind. Looking at the young Flood Dragon, it was now floating belly up, motionless like a dead fish, with its scales and armor damaged beyond repair.
"..."
The Flood Dragon, having turned into a small snake, looked at the corpse of its kin, its pupils suddenly constricting with instinctive fear. The creature was highly intelligent and capable of a wide range of emotions, now feeling a sense of lucky escape.
Gu Yu inwardly felt it was a pity, because the Dragon-biding Rope could only bind one; if he had used another method, given the Flood Dragon's extensive Divine Skills, he might not have been able to subdue it.
