The tail of the Flying Flood Dragon was like a peerless wild whip. The consequences of being hit by it were unimaginable. Even before the whip tail arrived, a violent wind had already swept over, as fierce as a typhoon. The Patterned Beast had no choice but to release the head of the Flying Flood Dragon and flutter its wings to fly away.
The Flying Flood Dragon's tail swept through empty air, its body making a one hundred and eighty-degree bend, like a coiled dragon, suddenly sweeping and then bouncing back. Having lost its sight, the Flying Flood Dragon was in a state of extreme rage,
but at this moment, not only was it blind, its large mouth was also bloodied and mangled, unable to perform the Flame Magic, and could only twist its enormous body in agony and fury.
