Every Flood Dragon, no matter how eccentric their hobbies are, is a born warrior, and would never shy away from battle—except for Wen Wen's Ghost Dragon.
Bai Long took a fierce drag on his cigarette, then charged ferociously towards the Cicada Ancestor.
It knew it wasn't a match for the Cicada Ancestor, but so what?
Just do it, ollie go!
Streams of water gathered around it, forming into arrows that shot towards the Cicada Ancestor.
Though these arrows were made of water, the power within them was anything but weak.
If someone thought they were just water and let their guard down, they'd surely suffer for it.
The Cicada Ancestor, having been struck once before, would naturally not ignore the power of these streams. The floating orbs around it continuously fired, shattering all the arrows.
But Bai Long's attack wasn't limited to just that.
