Zhen Bei stood proudly like a spear.
That was right. Everyone else had to cultivate cross-legged in meditation, or at worst lie down. The Military Fiend Soul was different. A true soldier had to stand tall as a mountain; soldiers should look like soldiers, straightening their spines to guard our rivers and mountains, with iron bones that rang like steel.
Wings of the nation, flourishing like a forest.
Dense black-red Killing Intent formed a vortex and flowed into Zhen Bei's body. None knew the torment within.
The Divine Martial Giant Dragon coiled overhead, its divine might like a prison. Bai Yujun effortlessly erased the shrieking resentment. In a daze, she kept feeling that some mysterious opportunity lay hidden within the Ancient Battlefield, faintly visible yet unfathomable...
The black-red Killing Intent vortex grew faster and larger. Though sweat had soaked Zhen Bei from head to toe, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
Gradually, the Killing Intent formed a slender tornado. The rate at which it poured in had surpassed Zhen Bei's limit, yet the Killing Intent gathered so far was simply negligible to the Ancient Battlefield. Bai Yujun began to doubt whether her intuition had misled her. Perhaps the solution did not lie with Zhen Bei.
She sighed inwardly at Zhen Bei's weakness.
He was even weaker than she had been when she was a white flood dragon.
What now?
She used her wind-controlling ability to forcibly weaken the tornado, preventing the Killing Intent from gathering into clouds above his head. Whether it would work or not, she had to keep her friend, who had come from afar to help, safe and sound. A certain dragon deeply despised such filthy behavior as screwing over friends.
Before she knew it, more than ten days had passed...
Several unlucky stowaways gathered together,