CLANG!
Like the toll of a great bell, the hum reverberated in all directions!
The Ghostly Flood Dragon's shield suddenly recoiled, forcefully repelling the Cloud Smoke Duster!
GWAH!
The Cloud Smoke Duster was knocked back!
The backlash from his Magical Power struck, and Chu Wunian could no longer suppress his injuries. He coughed up a mouthful of blood!
His snow-white robes and beard were stained red with blood, leaving him in a wretched state.
After being severely injured, Chu Wunian finally came to his senses, and fear flooded his eyes.
After this battle, he could confirm with absolute certainty that it was impossible for him to kill Su Ye with his current strength.
"This monster!"
'How can this kind of power belong to a newly ascended Golden Core?'
At that moment, aboard the Ghostly Flood Dragon, Su Ye stood with his black robes fluttering. His deep, profound gaze swept over.
