Zhang Kui heard the voice and looked up.
In the midst of the mountains, a steep peak rose abruptly, piercing the clouds. Its summit was layered with ancient stone halls, shrouded in spiritual mist, indistinct as if it were a celestial palace.
A blood-red figure appeared in the sky above the palace, winding and twisting, with a single horn on its head, two claws under its belly, and surprisingly, it had two heads.
"Two-headed Flood Dragon?"
Zhang Kui's gaze slightly narrowed. This creature's Qi Mechanism was ever-changing, fierce yet cold. Though it seized power opportunistically, its Tao cultivation was profound and clearly not to be underestimated.
"Exactly!"
Bao Wuxin's eyes were filled with resentment, "This Chi Lin was originally the master of a snake den on a solitary island in the sea. I do not know what it provoked, abandoning its home and wandering the seas with its demons."
