The Black Lake surged with waves dozens of yards high, its momentum overwhelming.
However, this was not the end, merely the beginning!
Having cultivated in the Black Lake for years, the waters of the lake had long since become a part of the Black Lake Jiao Venerable's power, under his control.
Previously, Wei Fan thought the Black Lake Flood Dragon Race lacked the prestige of mythical creatures, partly because the two flood dragons he had slain were on land.
A flood dragon devoid of water had its power nearly halved.
Now the vast expanse of the Black Lake was stirring, seemingly ready to overturn the heavens, with several hundred-yard thick water columns twisting like water dragons, capable of easily crushing Martial Venerables of the Second and Third Forging.
"Water control, huh? It seems the Black Lake Flood Dragon lineage isn't as worthless after all!"
Wei Fan muttered.
