The Battle Ends, the Far Western Land

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The three flood dragons let out earth-shaking dragon roars simultaneously and shot off in three different directions.

The first targeted Venerable Purple Thunder!

The second targeted the White Tiger King!

The third targeted City Lord Youxuan!

They were as fast as lightning, catching up to the three fleeing figures in an instant.

"What?!"

Venerable Purple Thunder looked back and saw a flood dragon chasing him, frightening him out of his wits.

At his peak, he had only been at the early Immortal Grade. Now, heavily injured by the backlash of the God-Conjoining Mirror, how could he possibly be a match for a mid-Immortal Grade flood dragon?

"Thunder Hammer! Break for me!"

Gritting his teeth, he summoned the Thunder Hammer, sending purple lightning smashing wildly toward the flood dragon.

Yet the flood dragon neither dodged nor evaded, simply lashing out with its tail.

Boom!

Bang!

Crack, crack...

The Thunder Hammer was sent flying at once. Venerable Purple Thunder screamed as the dragon tail struck his chest. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible as he fell like a kite with a severed string, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

The flood dragon dove down and seized him with its dragon claw, pinning the heavily injured Venerable Purple Thunder firmly in place. Buddhist light poured into his body, sealing all of his Spiritual Energy.

On the other side, the White Tiger King had also fallen into a bitter struggle.

He had long since transformed into his original White Tiger divine beast form and fought back desperately, but the flood dragon's physical body was even stronger than his. Moreover, the constant shifts between Buddhist and demonic power suppressed his White Tiger Sha Qi.

After merely a dozen exchanges, the White Tiger King was covered in wounds and steadily driven