Haizhou, Diyin Sect.
A pitch-black rift stretching dozens of miles hung across the sky.
Multi-headed Flood Dragons nearly a hundred meters long flew continuously from the rift. Each time they opened their mouths, streaks of thunder and fire descended.
Black Smoke billowed from the surrounding rolling green mountains, which were scarred with devastation.
At the summit of Fuyang Mountain, the core of the Diyin Sect Training Ground, a strange Nine-headed Flood Dragon lay coiled.
Its nine heads roared, and the Multi-headed Flood Dragons filling the sky immediately answered with howls.
Then, one after another, they rode the wind and clouds, swarming toward the distant cities where people gathered.
Everywhere they passed, not a blade of grass remained. All living creatures were swallowed one by one by the ferocious flood dragons.
At a certain moment, a tall, thin old man in a purple Daoist robe abruptly appeared.
His expression was cold and severe as he gazed indifferently at the Nine-headed Flood Dragon. He spread the five fingers of his right hand, and a ball of gold-and-black flames appeared in his palm.
With a flick of his hand, the flames lightly drifted down onto Fuyang Mountain's summit.
Before the Nine-headed Flood Dragon could react, the gold-and-black flames easily burned through its protective Qi Mechanism and fell into its enormous body.
Boom!
Flames shot into the sky, and the world went dark for an instant beneath the flash of blazing light.
The Nine-headed Flood Dragon was wholly engulfed in the flames. No matter how it twisted and struggled, it could not disperse them.
In only a few breaths, the mountain-sized flood dragon turned into ashes that scattered on the wind.
As though some crucial support had been destroyed, the black rift in the sky slowly began to close and contract.
The next moment,