Falling, endlessly falling.
Zi Wei could no longer remember how many times he had fallen into a new Taiyi Dream. There was no room for distracting thoughts; every ounce of mana, every thread of spirit sense had to be focused on the battle at hand.
Time and again wounded by Ning Fan, healed each time with Heaven-opening Purple Qi, the Heaven and Earth Root within his body was on the brink of wilting, difficult to sustain.
He barely managed to restore the monkey head bitten off by the giant dragon, but finally used up the last bit of Purple Qi.
There was no time to react; the giant dragon attacked again, spraying waves that could flood an entire realm, engulfing Zi Wei along with the whole Taiyi Dream.
So heavy, every drop of seawater was heavy...
In his prime, Zi Wei could have easily broken the flood, but now he was at his last gasp, unable even to pierce through Lu Gao; the giant dragon had devoured more than a thousand blood meals and was in its most ferocious state.
