"Elder Meng, sorry for the trouble." Wen Yan spoke.
"Good. After campaigning against Sevenfold Island for so long, this old man hasn't had a satisfying fight. This is just the chance to loosen my bones." Meng Fushan laughed heartily. He was not displeased that Wen Yan and the other three Dragon Lords had preserved their strength.
Bamboo Monk Lan Yun and Lei Peng, the two confidants of the Dragon Lord, had both charged at the forefront, already giving him more than enough face.
If they truly encountered trouble they could not handle, Wen Yan and the other three Dragon Lords could join forces to resolve the crisis as effectively as possible. Unless necessary, it was indeed wise for them to preserve their strength and guard against unforeseen dangers.
Before his laughter had faded, Meng Fushan swung out an axe. With the axe as the boundary, blazing flames scorched the heavens on the left, burning the nightmare clouds blanketing the area into nothing.
On the right, frost spread across the ground, sealing all the nightmare clouds in ice. Two extremes of weather took shape on either side. Because Meng Fushan's attack was so domineering, many demons that had nearly been devoured by the nightmares finally managed to catch their breath for a moment.
Seeing the might of Meng Fushan's attack, the Red Demon Ant Queen and the Water Banyan Ghost Mother both stiffened.
They were the only two present who had fought Meng Fushan before. They had once been old acquaintances, and after several thousand years, this old flood dragon's strength had risen considerably again. The fortune he had gained after submitting to the Dragon Domain was truly substantial.
The Jadebone Ghost Lord, meanwhile, noticed the improvement in the strength of Hall Master Lei Peng and the other Dragon Lord.
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