"Damn it, that bastard." Jiao Tu and Jiao Qingliu, who were battling Ying Xuanming, were even more frantic with rage.
A large ship was hard to turn around. The Corpse Flood Dragon army's battle formation had shifted incredibly quickly, but no matter how fast it changed, it could not compare with an unrestricted Daluo Golden Immortal-level powerhouse.
Although Xiang Kuang was still some distance from the Corpse Flood Dragon army's battle formation, given his reckless, all-or-nothing charge, it was only a matter of time before the Corpse Flood Dragon army was swept into the terrifying aura of the tribulation.
Under such a terrifying tribulation, even a powerhouse like Jiao Yong would face an unpredictable fate if caught up in it, let alone the ordinary Corpse Flood Dragon army.
"Kill that dragon powerhouse at any cost! Quickly!" Forced into such a desperate situation, a crazed look flashed across Jiao Yong's face.
Holding a pair of flying flood dragon maces, he intercepted Xiang Kuang head-on. Facing the tribulation zone moving like a gigantic beast, with Xiang Kuang still half-drunk and half-awake within it, Jiao Yong had no room to retreat if he wanted to protect the entire army of his clan.
"Kill!" Swish, swish, swish—the arrows attacking Muye Hongchen and the flood dragon breath spraying down were now more than several times fiercer than before.
The Corpse Flood Dragon army clearly realized that in this battle, they either had to tear apart the few dragon powerhouses before them or be utterly routed and slaughtered.
By using the battle formation's power to attack Muye Hongchen at any cost, they could completely break open the situation in the shortest possible time if they managed to surround and kill him.
Under such a violent assault, Muye Hongchen, who had already expended a great deal of