Wherever the dragon flames passed, space itself seemed to warp as though scorched.
"Spread out!" Yang Dingtian roared, forcibly steadying himself as he swung his sword to block once more.
Lan Yan, meanwhile, moved with graceful lightness, narrowly avoiding the frontal impact of the dragon flames like a blue butterfly.
Yet the scorching heat still made her skin sting.
This can't go on. Yang Dingtian was frantic inside.
His strength is too powerful. Lan Yan's delicate brows were also tightly furrowed.
The two of them had joined forces, yet before the berserk Elder Ku Long, they had completely fallen into a disadvantage.
Every collision sent their blood surging and their internal organs trembling.
Elder Ku Long's attacks were wide and forceful, filled with savagery and destruction.
He seemed to have completely abandoned defense, pouring all his strength into offense.
Every claw and every sweep of his tail carried the might to shatter mountains and sever peaks.
Yang Dingtian and Lan Yan relied on exquisite movement techniques and sword skills, as well as their Bloodline Power, to struggle on.
They were like two tiny boats amid raging waves, in danger of capsizing at any moment.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Elder Ku Long looked utterly mad, his attacks growing more and more violent.
He seemed to have become completely immersed in the thrill of controlling absolute power.
Much of the clothing on Yang Dingtian's body had already been shredded. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing had grown somewhat disordered.
Several bright-red stains of blood had also marred Lan Yan's blue robes. They were her own blood.
Her breathing had begun to grow labored as well.
"Brat, come here and die!"
Elder Ku Long roared again. His enormous dragon tail swept across, carrying a shrill whistle as it tore