The blade cleaved with lightning in tow, its momentum terrifying!
The only drawback was that Bai Yujun sometimes lacked the focus to control several forms of attack at once. She could not cast them simultaneously; at times, she would attend to her lightning talent and neglect her wind talent. There was nothing she could do about it.
The collision of spells flashed with blinding brilliance, and the scattered aftermath shredded the forest into pulp. Several unlucky scouts fell silent on the spot.
Blade slashes, shield smashes—she had not even used fire breath or her heavy blade. There was simply no need.
The rain poured down in torrents. Watching it splatter all over the ground, Bai Yujun felt both heartache and grievance. She had exhausted herself hauling rainwater all the way from the distant East Sea to ease the drought, only for it all to spill away. Anyone who carried a basin of water for twenty li only to be tripped at the end and spill it all would be in no mood to smile. Not even one curse could describe the fury in her heart.
One of the Nascent Soul Cultivators released a Demon Binding Rope...
For some reason, the sight of things like Demon Binding Nets and Demon Binding Ropes made this particular flood dragon extraordinarily prone to losing control.
"Get lost!"
A roar carrying the faint immaturity of a Dragon's Roar blasted the Demon Binding Rope away. Shield raised and blade swinging, she charged toward that cultivator. Seeing this, the other Nascent Soul Cultivator hurried after her to come to his aid—then he realized he had fallen for it...
Bai Yujun first charged at full speed toward the Nascent Soul Cultivator wielding the Demon Binding Rope. When the other man caught up from behind, she abruptly spun around