"Someone's coming!?"
Chen Qing's brows immediately furrowed at this.
Since Hua Yunfeng said someone was coming, yet he himself had sensed nothing, the arrival was very likely a Grandmaster Realm expert!
At that moment, the Flood Dragon was firmly blocked by Xu Min's supernatural light net, unable to flee back into Sunken Dragon Abyss. It was crazily battering the red giant net, every impact triggering violent tremors.
When its black scales touched the crimson light net, white smoke billowed forth. Yet the red giant net was astonishingly resilient and remained unbroken.
Maintaining such a large-scale supernatural skill was clearly taking a heavy toll on Xu Min.
She urgently said, "Senior Hua, my Crimson Sunset Spirit Binding Net can only seal the entrance to Sunken Dragon Abyss for several hours. If we cannot kill it quickly, once I can no longer hold on, it will surely flee into the depths of the abyss. It will be difficult to lure it out again then!"
Hua Yunfeng nodded, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon as he said gravely, "Two hours will be enough."
He had once been the leader of a sect, after all. He acted with seasoned ruthlessness and decisiveness.
Killing this black Flood Dragon would be troublesome, but the greater trouble before them was the several Auras drawing near. Those who came meant no good, and all of them were Grandmasters!
Just as the Flood Dragon continued to madly batter the crimson light net, the sound of something tearing through the air suddenly came from the southern horizon!
Two streaks of light, one before the other, arrived in an instant and stopped in midair several hundred zhang from the battlefield.
The leader was an old man in a gray robe, his gaze sharp as an eagle's and his aura steady