"Thud!—"
"Splash!"
From the three directions of southeast and north, the three surviving experts were either sprawled or kneeling on the ground in a state of disarray. Their spirits trembled, overwhelmed by the terrifying image of Jiang Dali that had just emerged in their minds, an image that would haunt them eternally like a horrifying nightmare they could never shake off.
"Hmph! How ignorant!"
Jiang Dali let out a cold snort, his eyes flashed as he drove the Demon Dragon to swoop directly toward the east, aiming first to capture the strongest black-clad elder among the surviving eastern group sensed.
