The onlookers instantly understood. Yanm Yihai and Guann Qingping were clearly trying to stall the Flood Dragon, creating an opening for the experts from Taiyi Hall to kill Wen Qingye with lightning speed.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A deafening roar echoed in the ears of the crowd as shards of shattered ice rained down from high above.
ROAR!
The Cold Ice Flood Dragon roared and shot into the sky, vanishing among the clouds. Its massive maw gaped open, fangs radiating a terrifying chill. From deep within its throat, a heart-stopping, icy glow began to emerge.
In the next instant, the surrounding clouds seemed to freeze solid, suffused with an awe-inspiring, icy light.
When Guann Qingping and Yanm Yihai saw this, a wary look flashed in their eyes. They drew their swords, transformed into streaks of light, and shot toward the Cold Ice Flood Dragon from the left and right, vanishing into the clouds.
