The two sides fought fiercely for a while. The Ghost-Mist Louse-Kun opened its enormous mouth, and the surrounding space trembled once more. At that moment, although Purple Dragon Peak Marsh, the dragon-scaled crocodile, and the scorpion dragon resisted with all their might, they were still swallowed into the Ghost-Mist Louse-Kun's belly in one gulp. The small patch of space where the three of them had been was also bitten away by the Ghost-Mist Louse-Kun. Their plight was much the same as Lu Xiaotian's, White Dragon Yinglin's, and the two dragon turtles' earlier predicament.
Here, Ying Xuanque and Ying Xuanming successively swallowed pills used by the dragon race and fought Lu Xiaotian with the last of their strength for a while. They had already reached the end of their tether. Amid a succession of thunderous explosions, the four bodies of Ying Xuanque and Ying Xuanming were sent tumbling backward by the massive impact. Lu Xiaotian raised one hand, and a miniature tower appeared in his palm. Ancient silver radiance enveloped the four dragons, whose combat strength had already fallen considerably, and drew them into the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
Lu Xiaotian turned to look at the Ghost-Mist Louse-Kun, whose body was still writhing. A series of rumbling sounds came from within it. Clearly, although Purple Dragon Peak Marsh, the dragon-scaled crocodile, and the scorpion dragon had been swallowed into its belly, their struggle had not yet ceased.
Heaven-Immortal-grade dragons were rare. Even the dragon-scaled crocodile and scorpion dragon, which possessed dragon bloodlines, were no exception. Lu Xiaotian was not afraid of the Ghost-Mist Louse-Kun. Besides, Purple Dragon Peak Marsh and the others had astonishing tenacity; even after fighting until now, they showed no sign of being extinguished by the Ghost-Mist Louse-Kun.
Lu Xiaotian had been planning to wait a while, then act once