With a muffled THUD, King Guilong screamed as his dragon claw split open down the middle.
The clouds and mist roiled and flew backward.
As Hu Yuan took his final step from the surface of the water onto the ground, the electrical aura surging around him gradually dissipated. All his vitality blossomed at this moment. His pale body, hardly resembling that of a living person, began to flush with a hint of color.
He took a light breath of the moist air around him and sighed deeply.
I've come back to life...
He looked around. On two distant mountain peaks, two Purple-robed Taoists were casting spells with solemn expressions.
On another mountain peak, Wen Yan, whom he had noticed earlier, was sitting side-by-side with an Old Ghost on a grave mound... eating.
Meanwhile, King Guilong, enveloped in clouds and mist, tumbled backward.
