"Is it raining?"
Li Yueqi reached out to catch the raindrops falling from the sky.
"It's over."
The giant turtle Zhu Luo showed no interest in the rain, closing its eyes, unsure whether it was sleepy again or unwilling to witness the scene that was about to unfold.
One could only imagine that the primordial power from the barbaric age, after being split in two, was ultimately defeated by the Taoist Techniques and Sword Skills honed by countless geniuses.
In the sky.
Zhang Ze's apparition ascended the clouds, and with Li's assistance, the three Spirit Swords locked the village in a dragon-sealing formation, reaching out with a Sword Technique to dispel the death aura.
The dragon horn of the village was finally grasped by Zhang Ze.
The Hidden Dragon Formation was complete.
The dragon body of the village rose again, spiraling and tumbling, black death aura pouncing from all directions, as tangible as if trying to wrap and crush Zhang Ze.
