"Where is he?" Elder Yushu charged into the sea of flowers, but searched everywhere without finding any trace of Li Mu Yang.
Li Mu Yang had vanished as if he had disappeared into thin air.
Everyone tilted their faces toward the sky, wanting to see whether Li Mu Yang would once again dive down from above.
After all, as a member of the dragon race, Li Mu Yang loved soaring beyond the Ninth Heaven for no reason, then plunging down from high in the sky—as if no one would acknowledge him as a dragon unless he did this.
Besides, that had been exactly what Li Mu Yang did when he transformed into White Dragon just now.
It was all a routine!
The Changbai Swordsmen felt that they had already seen through Li Mu Yang's routine.
However, to their disappointment, there was no sign of Li Mu Yang in the sky either.
This time, Li Mu Yang had not even undergone Dragon Transformation yet.
Where had Li Mu Yang gone?
Elder Yushu was baffled. Hovering in midair, he searched all around with a wary expression.
An opponent you could see was not necessarily weak, but an opponent you could not see was definitely terrifying.
The several dozen other Changbai Swordsmen were also searching for Li Mu Yang. They had already set up the Immortal Slaying Array. If Li Mu Yang remained nowhere to be seen, were they supposed to keep their formation unchanged forever?
That was a real dilemma.
Just then, a pink dragon suddenly burst out of the underground pit in the divine palace. Composed of countless pink petals, it hurtled toward Elder Yushu and the several dozen Changbai Swordsmen at astonishing speed.
The pink dragon wound around the legs of Elder Yushu and the several dozen Changbai Swordsmen, and