Inside the Eight Trigrams Coiling Dragon Formation, chaos reigned like a boiling pot of porridge.
The golden jiao dragons spewed fire above, while a skirmish broke out below, churning the sea and creating thunderous roars.
Outside, the siblings Shen Feng were besieged by other disciples, with the battle staining the sea red with blood.
Among a group of cultivators encircling them, the four of Long Fei were at an absolute disadvantage.
Even so, Long Fei took advantage of Kun Tun'ao and Kun Chen attacking Chu Feng, and suddenly darted from the side to grab Kun Chen's wing.
With his eyes red from the fight, he disregarded any decorum, tearing off Kun Chen's wing with a savage rage akin to a demon king, and gulped down the essence blood from the wing.
Kun Chen wailed in agony, his flesh and blood flipping outward.
His father, Kun Tun'ao, roared, "Bastard, release my son!"
