The old demon broke into the thundercloud, not surprising Xu Qing and the others.
This had long been part of their plan.
Even so, after this brief encounter, the despair in Xu Qing's heart did not diminish but continued to grow and spread.
The little flood dragon in the bronze mirror was as black as ink, the black aura extremely dense.
Inescapable death!
Four bloody words seemed to flash in Xu Qing's mind.
"The old demon truly deserves the title of the number one master in the world. For this battle, we must be prepared not to return," Xiong Chan said solemnly.
The situation was extremely dire.
With his keen insight, he could fully see that the old demon, to preserve his essence qi and weather the heavenly tribulation, had held back much strength earlier.
Even so, they, the Eastern Three Saints, did not gain any advantage.
