The black dragon charged toward the moon, but the red moon was impossibly far away. Mortals could never reach the Moon Palace.
When the black mist reached a certain height, the black dragon's body began to pull free.
First, its enormous head emerged from the black mist, followed by its huge, endless body, so long that its end seemed impossible to see.
Hurricane after hurricane raged, shattering even the radiance of the red moon.
When the black dragon's tail finally emerged from the tangled black mist, its black scales glimmered with a dark-red sheen. Its tail fins spread like palm-leaf fans, sharp yet elegant, stirring the wind and moonlight.
It was like a pig carried into the sky by a kite—or rather, a whole herd of pigs. Once the kite string snapped and the kite drifted away, all that awaited the herd was the fate of plummeting at terrifying speed in free fall.
The Six Shameful Ones of Changbai had been swept into the air by the black dragon, and their bodies had long since lost all control. When the black dragon pulled away, they drifted helplessly high in the sky, extremely close to the red moon. It was as though they could tear off a corner of the moon simply by reaching out.
Of course, none of the Six Shameful Ones of Changbai were romantic or refined figures, and this was hardly the right time for plucking the moon.
They struggled to maintain their balance, trying not to fall too quickly and smash into the ground, becoming meat pies—or perhaps meat paste.
"Everyone, steady yourselves." As Zhong Feng fell, he shouted to his companions. "Don't give that black dragon a chance to take advantage of us."
He felt so wronged he could die. They had only intended to kill