Within the Warp Channel woven from countless rays of light, the Gray Flood Dragon had already revealed part of his true form. Gritting his teeth, the flood dragon head drove his divine ability with all his strength. Countless threads extended from both hands, wrapping into a sphere in the distance, warping light, sound, and everything else. Six distorted figures could be seen within the sphere, crashing wildly up, down, left, and right in search of escape.
The Gray Flood Dragon was confident he could trap them, yet he always felt a pair of eyes fixed firmly upon him.
The instincts of an Ancient Desolate Beast would not deceive him.
The Gray Flood Dragon was truly afraid of death. His instincts urged him to flee, yet he stubbornly held six saboteurs captive and dared not retreat. After weighing it again and again, he decided to stand his ground. Between the sneaky pseudo-saint and Bai Yujun, the Imperial Daughter of the Dragon Court, he chose to trust Bai Yujun, who stood on the same side.
The white dragon had surely seen petty villains enter the Warp Channel to wreak havoc, and she could see the current situation as well.
If he fled now out of fear, though his crime would not warrant death, he could foresee the furious white dragon kicking him aside. He would never again have a chance to board the great ship that was the future Heavenly Court, would be marginalized from then on, and face a bleak future.
But...
What if some great power who had yet to reveal himself slapped him to death?
If he died too miserably, how would he face the wives who had died tens of thousands of years ago? Had they already reincarnated? Were they living well after reincarnation?
He shook his head