Could he actually be about to perish here? Shock and fury tangled in the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's heart.
Although what stood here was only an Avatar of his, and its strength was not even one-third that of his true body, it was still far beyond what an ordinary late-stage cultivator could compare to. By all rights, victory should have been firmly in his grasp.
The thought had been fine, of course, but how could matters in the cultivation world be measured by common sense? The Little Fellow he had originally thought he could seize as easily as reaching out his hand had actually transformed into a formidable enemy he could not withstand.
The Demon Flood Dragon King felt a bitterness at the corners of his mouth, but now that things had come to this, what use was frustration?
He could not beat the enemy, but was he supposed to simply tie his own hands and submit?
The answer was, of course, impossible.
Having reached his level of strength, he naturally understood the principle of advancing in the face of difficulty.
This Lin-surnamed Little Fellow was indeed troublesome to the extreme, but it was still far too early to conclude that he had already been defeated.
The victory or defeat of a battle of techniques did not depend solely on the strength of both sides. Apart from that, there were far too many factors that could influence it. So long as one waited patiently, there would always be an opportunity.
Moreover, he was not a lone man without allies.
Fairy in the Clouds was eyeing them from the side like a tiger watching its prey, and she absolutely would not sit by and watch him be defeated by this Lin Kid.
As he thought of this, the Demon Flood