The sandstorm raged as several beast phantoms pinned down the black-armored white flood dragon!
In the distance, the brother and sister stared dumbfounded, while the onlookers could scarcely believe it. The white flood dragon that had just been full of life, leaping about and beating her opponents bloody, had been captured?
The woman gritted her teeth and raised her sword, wanting to go save the white flood dragon, but her brother pulled her back. She struggled twice but could not break free.
"Too late. The Jiuli priest is too powerful—we can't stop him..."
The sandstorm had quieted considerably. Though heaven and earth were still a murky yellow, they could make out the figure atop the enormous dune, as well as the gaunt old man descending from the sky. The woman kicked Yellow Sand furiously.
The many spectators stared blankly at the Jiuli man and the white flood dragon atop the sand dune. Some secretly found it a pity. There were countless Jiuli people in the world, but only one white flood dragon. If she died, she would truly be gone forever.
The surviving wounded Jiuli experts sneered in delight. They had won.
The old priest was even more radiant with joy. No matter how much they had lost, successfully killing the white flood dragon would be worth it. Once a sacred beast totem died, it would inflict immense losses upon its tribe's stronghold, perhaps even leave it unable to recover. The white flood dragon was the totem of several White Tribe strongholds. This single stroke would weaken the White Tribe and prevent it from pressing forward step by step. Those traitors of the White Tribe surely never imagined the Black Tribe would send people thousands of miles to hunt her down.
What was most important to a victor? Naturally, standing