Just.
Everything is already too late.
Suddenly, dozens of blood arrows shot up from underground.
Yu Xiangjian nonchalantly dodged away, but a drop of blood from one blood arrow fell onto his wound with a dripping sound. Yu Xiangjian, who was in the midst of casting a spell, suddenly contracted his pupils because he was horrified to find that the mana in his Dantian was instantly immobilized, not giving him any time to react.
Boom!
The dragon tail of the Cyan Flood Dragon directly smacked his head off.
The corpse of the Second Young Master Fish Eagle fell together with Yu Xiangjian.
.....
On the other side.
In Five-Colored Mountain.
The Heir of Celestial Yin watched the distant departure of the Seven-Colored Glazed Beast, a trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes, quickly shoving a handful of spirit pills into his mouth. Just as he was about to operate his mana, a Yellow Dragon suddenly swooped down from mid-air.
Such a close distance.
