Bai Yujun and Zhuo Feng ganged up on the Drought Demon.
As for fair fights, forget it. That was just something to fool children with. When had there ever been fairness in this world? If they could beat an enemy to death together, why give up their advantage?
Zhuo Feng unleashed techniques from afar while Bai Yujun fought the Drought Demon at close range. Several bursts of attacks weakened the Drought Demon once more.
Bai Yujun held the Drought Demon in great contempt, finding its actions utterly foolish.
As an evil fiend, it had dared to wander into righteous sect territory. It had even been stupid enough to try eating a flood dragon. Most foolish of all, after being surrounded and attacked, it had not thought to flee and lie low, but to fight back desperately, hoping to trade its life for theirs. It had ignored the gap in combat strength and equipment. The consequence was that it could not escape now even if it wanted to.
As a flood dragon, Bai Yujun could not possibly spare a creature that created drought and opposed flood dragons.
Nor could Zhuo Feng allow it to escape. A severely injured Drought Demon would need to consume even more people and drink even more blood to recover. If it escaped, the future consequences would be endless.
In the sky, black clouds pressed down upon the clear heavens and advanced once more, as though foretelling the Drought Demon's growing weakness.
Bai Yujun sneered.
"Heh heh, you think your bronze skin and iron bones make you invincible beneath heaven? Your rotten brain has no idea how vast this world is! You should be lying in a coffin, rotting away and decomposing, not running around everywhere."
The Drought Demon was still crazed, its eyes blood-red and its