Two electric flood dragons, their bodies wrapped in dark green flames, came pouncing toward him. Yet Qin Fengming, seated cross-legged, showed not the slightest abnormality, as if he had not noticed them at all.
At that moment, he had devoted his entire mind to the formation before him, carefully guiding the operation of each Spirit Pattern.
As for his own safety, he was utterly at ease.
With Fairy Yaoxi beside him, he was certain that the moment danger approached, Fairy Yaoxi would naturally step in and resolve it. As far as the female cultivator was concerned, she would never let anything happen to him at a time like this.
"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Ju, since you want this Immortal Fairy to make a move as well, I shall grant your wish."
The two enormous bolts of lightning shot toward them. Fairy Yaoxi, who had also been sitting with her eyes closed to recover, suddenly opened her eyes. A soft cold snort escaped her lips. The voice was not loud, yet it surged into Ju Yang's divine sense clone's ears like waves of a roiling sea.
As the female cultivator's voice rang out, a ball of white light suddenly flashed into existence. A gigantic divine palace directly intercepted the two rapidly approaching bolts of lightning.
A buzzing sound rang out. More than a dozen enormous masses of white mist suddenly swept out from the mountain peak, surging toward the bodies of the two giant electric flood dragons wrapped in dark flames.
The two electric flood dragons, formed from bolts of lightning dozens of zhang long, were immediately enveloped by layer upon layer of thick white mist.
A rapid, bone-chilling crackling filled the air. Within the dense mist that blotted out the sky and earth, the two terrifying electric flood dragons thrashed and