The sound of slicing through the air echoed all around, as seven Dragon-slaying Swords pierced the heart of the Poisonous Flood Dragon.
The Dragon-slaying Sword was absorbing the blood of the Poisonous Flood Dragon, repairing the damaged parts of its blade.
The Poisonous Flood Dragon collapsed heavily to the ground, its eyes turning to look at the torrent of water rushing over.
So close, just so close, it could have survived.
Man-made disaster, man-made disaster, couldn't escape, couldn't escape.
Competing with heaven for a chance, it lost.
The Poisonous Flood Dragon completely breathed its last.
At this moment, the rushing river waters carried the body of the Poisonous Flood Dragon further away, threatening to move it out of Zhang Lingxue's sight.
"Ye Bai."
Zhang Lingxue called out somewhat anxiously.
