Zhou Yuting's expression turned ugly. Several times, she tried to flee, but the Black Dragon blocked her and forced her back. From Fang Qinlong's spiritual transmissions, she learned how formidable the Black Dragon was, and despair inevitably welled up inside her.
Fang Qinlong was even more furious and shocked. He had already fallen into such a sorry state, yet in the end, he was actually going to die at the hands of the dragon race. To someone like him, who had come from the Dragon-Seeking Office, this was nothing short of a colossal disgrace.
Dying at anyone else's hands would have been better than dying at the hands of the dragon race.
While Zhou Yuting despaired and Fang Qinlong raged, the Black Dragon continued blocking every route of escape. The thousands of dragons before them suddenly split apart. Each group consisted of more than a thousand dragons, surrounding Zhou Yuting in the center like three enormous dragons.
As the three dragon formations wove in and out, Zhou Yuting was overwhelmed for a time. The might of the dragon battle formation, combined with the seamless coordination between the three separated dragon forces, left no openings at all. Without the Black Dragon needing to strike again, Zhou Yuting's repeated attempts to break through failed, and more than a dozen wounds had already been inflicted on her by the dragon soldiers.
The fearsome dragon aura invaded her body, accumulating bit by bit until Zhou Yuting's body could not help trembling violently.
"You forged the Blood Pool of the Turbid World and slaughtered countless dragons. Did you ever imagine that this day would come?" The Black Dragon looked down from above at the battlefield below.
"It's only a few thousand dragons. Even if your strength is decent, compared to the entire Heavenly Court, you're