Boom! Boom! Boom! Above Bai Tai's prison, the joint attack of the Suppressing Dragon Palace Master, the Dragon-Suppressing Prison Master, and Bai Tai was once again sent reeling by the Wind-and-Thunder Twin Hammers.
By this point in the fierce battle, even the three old monsters were panting for breath. They looked at Jin Tong opposite them with shock and wariness, their apprehension growing even stronger.
Jin Tong's eyes were wild with madness. A faint layer of blood-red light rippled across his body, clearly a sign that his Mad Dragon bloodline had erupted to a certain degree.
The Dragon-Suppressing Prison Master had thought that the three of them could defeat their opponent together. Even if they couldn't grievously wound him, they should at least force the two other enemies, Gu Han and Wen Tingdao, to show themselves.
But things had gone quite differently from what they had expected. They had already used every trick at their disposal. Though they seemed to have the upper hand, whenever they were about to wound Jin Tong, he would erupt with another burst of power.
His tyrannical bloodline strength instinctively flowed into his warhammers, greatly boosting their might and helping him turn danger aside time and again. Jin Tong seemed to have spent a great deal of energy, but the three of them were hardly in better shape.
As they fought, the elite immortal armies of the Dragon-Suppressing Prison and Suppressing Dragon Palace clashed with the dragon race, suffering heavy casualties. The losses on the two sides were nowhere near equal.
"We can't keep dragging this out. We have to kill him or grievously wound him here. Otherwise, once he recovers, we'll have to deal with this huge headache ourselves later." The Suppressing Dragon Palace Master's face was dark.
"If that's the case, then let's