The Golden Armored Flood Dragon licked its wounds as countless motes of spiritual light gathered, turning into innumerable runes that slowly repaired its body. But damage like this was not so easily healed.
As a living being formed from the gathering and manifestation of the Great Ying Divine Dynasty's national fortune, every inch of its flesh was not true flesh and blood. Yet it was a living creature with an independent will.
Everything about it was inseparably bound to the Great Ying Divine Dynasty. It was the true existence capable of representing the Great Ying Divine Dynasty. If the divine dynasty weakened, it would weaken as well; if the divine dynasty flourished and expanded territory, it would evolve alongside it.
The Emperor Ying had merely placed the foundation of his being within the Great Ying Divine Dynasty, whereas this Golden Armored Flood Dragon had truly placed everything it had within the Great Ying Divine Dynasty.
When it saw Qin Yang flying over, the Golden Armored Flood Dragon merely raised an eyelid without showing any vigilance. Qin Yang had lured away the Foolish Exotic Beast and could be considered to have saved its life. Moreover, Qin Yang carried the pure aura of a true dragon.
The Golden Armored Flood Dragon's greatest hope was to one day break free from the shackles of the Great Ying Divine Dynasty and truly transform into a dragon. At that point, it would become a true dragon.
Unfortunately, that day was far too distant—so distant as to be beyond reach.
Qin Yang flew over and stared at the Golden Armored Flood Dragon. He had already rehearsed this more than a hundred times in his mind.
The hope of allowing the plan to proceed without killing the Emperor Ying's dharma body lay with the Golden Armored Flood