Bai Ruxue and the Thunder Dragon collided, unleashing a tempest of thunder and lightning. Streaks of lightning tore through the seawater, the deafening roar like a god beating a war drum!
A full ten breaths passed.
The tempest gradually subsided, and the might of the thunder slowly dissipated. The dark clouds above parted as a single ray of sunlight pierced through, illuminating the White Flood Dragon's body.
Her once-scorched flesh peeled off and fell away as new flesh and scales regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her dragon claws grew even sharper, and the horns on her head grew longer than before, resembling silver crystal coral.
Ethereal, celestial music drifted through the air. Above, in the firmament, a dark blue rift tore open.
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
A blue liquid dripped down from the sky.
The liquid carried a faint, thunderous might and the Qi Fortune of the Dragon Race.
"Dragon Thunder Liquid!"
Bai Ruxue's vertical pupils contracted.
