The Nether Abyss Corpse Flood Dragon Clan was likewise renowned in this region for its formidable battle prowess. Yet when faced with the dragons before them, they had fallen into a disadvantage without exception. Even Jiao Tu and Jiao Qingliu, the strongest among them, could only barely hold off Ying Xuanming when they joined forces, and there was no sign of a breakthrough in the short term.
Jiao Yong's situation went without saying. After repeatedly clashing head-on, he was already running out of strength. He could only retreat as he fought, taking shelter among the corpse flood dragon army shrouded in corpse qi behind him. Relying on the protection of his clan, he finally stabilized his position.
Whoosh! Ahead, a square formation of warriors with flood-dragon heads and human bodies stood arrayed. Crossbows were drawn, and volleys of arrows came hurtling through the air.
Farther back, masses of flying corpse flood dragons spread their wings and flew over Muye Hongchen, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, leaving him no chance to escape.
Muye Hongchen's figure flickered, transforming into dozens of illusory figures. Each one was condensed like a real body, and with Jiao Yong having already retreated into the military formation, it was difficult to distinguish the genuine one from the false ones for a time.
The tens of thousands of corpse flood dragon archers immediately adjusted their method of attack. However, since they were attacking dozens of targets at once, their attack power was undoubtedly spread far too thin.
The flying corpse flood dragons overhead did not dare to dive straight down for the moment, with the rain of arrows below too dense. Instead, they spat out balls of gray flood-dragon breath one after another.
Muye Hongchen's illusory clones soon disintegrated under the dense attacks.
The corpse