Wen Yangxi's flesh was destroyed, but the Clawed Flood Dragon remained!
Its massive body was coiled firmly around Jingfeng, its four claws pinning down the latter's wings. It was just like that scene from the battle in Chu State—the one where the Little Chick had paraded through the city carrying two Clawed Flood Dragons.
Chen Che slowly rose to his feet and glanced at the Sword Pill in his hand.
The Sword Pill was known as the ultimate weapon for a Sword Cultivator precisely because it possessed a degree of self-repairing capability. But in this battle alone, over fifty percent of it had been destroyed. It likely wouldn't recover anytime soon.
Smoke still lingered over the battlefield that stretched for miles. Beyond its borders, a dead silence reigned.
No one could predict what would happen next.
