Using the force of Er Ming's pull, he closed in and thrust the wooden staff straight at the patch of soft flesh beneath Er Ming's throat that was not covered by rock.
Forced to let go, Er Ming retreated. One step, two steps, three steps.
Meanwhile, on the distant water, the battle between Da Ming and the Wood Dragon had reached its peak.
The lake had already been churned into a muddy mess. Da Ming tried several times to crush the Wood Dragon with Death Coil, but the Wood Dragon's body was far more agile than one of genuine flesh and blood.
Not only was it not crushed apart, but countless tiny vine spikes rapidly sprouted from the gaps in its body, piercing through the gaps in Da Ming's scales and stealing his life force.
Da Ming roared and thrashed through the water, summoning water swords to continually carve into the Wood Dragon's body, but the Wood Dragon recovered at an astonishing speed.
Both Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had been tied down.
Xiao Yun did not continue attacking. He merely stood on a nearby boulder with his arms folded, quietly watching the chaotic battle.
He did not want to kill them. He only wanted to see how far they could fight.
The turning point in the battle came suddenly.
Entangled by the Wood Dragon, Da Ming let out a deep roar. His dark teal scales suddenly lit with a ghostly glow, every muscle in his body violently swelling as his frame expanded. His already enormous body instantly grew another size larger.
Unable to withstand this sudden expansion of strength, the Wood Dragon was torn into several pieces that scattered across the ground, wood chips drifting from the broken ends.
Da Ming burst from the Wood Dragon's remains without stopping. His massive