The Golden Core Fire Flood Dragon Arrow, carrying Lu Xiaotian's last hope of counterattacking, shot toward the ice-blue fireball.
Di Kun saw the roaring Fire Flood Dragon in the air. A hint of gravity flashed through its crystal-red eyes streaked with ice blue, but that gravity soon turned into mockery.
Boom! The arrow, transformed into a Fire Flood Dragon, struck the ice-blue fireball dead-center. The fireball exploded and scattered, transforming into countless streams of flame.
"Not good!" At first, Lu Xiaotian was delighted to see the fireball blasted apart by the Fire Flood Dragon Arrow. But then he saw that, apart from a small portion knocked out of control by the arrow's explosion, most of the streams of flame shot toward him. They came from every direction, leaving no blind spot. Never mind that he currently possessed strength he could not use, his body sunk in a quagmire and unable to make an effective dodge—even at his peak, facing such a rain of fire, an attack with no blind spot would have left him nowhere to hide.
After the Fire Flood Dragon Arrow blasted apart the ice-blue fireball, it canceled out a small portion of the flames, but it had also lost the ability to advance any farther and came to a halt in midair.
Lu Xiaotian frowned. It seemed the Fire Flood Dragon Arrow had not been entirely useless. Unfortunately, he was too close to the ice-blue fireball; there was simply no time for him to fire a second arrow.
Lu Xiaotian took out a Wind Armor Talisman. Even Fire Flood Dragon Scale Armor could not provide effective defense against this ice-blue flame attack that left no blind spot. The Di Kun before him was simply too monstrous. Before the ice-blue flames had even touched him, Lu Xiaotian could