The Black Flood Dragon attacked. Mo Yu and the others launched a fierce counterattack, each unleashing their strongest techniques, while Ling Tian also summoned the Light Dance Flying Sword.
The flying sword had been poisoned. Under Ling Tian's deliberate control, it stabbed toward the Black Flood Dragon's wounds, spreading a cloud of emerald poison that made the dragon's eyes bulge with rage as it roared in pain.
With a dragon's cry, the Black Flood Dragon's body erupted with astral energy once more, blowing the Light Dance Sword this way and that. At the same time, domain power flowed across its dark body in a set pattern, forming something like armor.
The Light Dance Flying Sword spun around and struck the Black Flood Dragon. A metallic clang rang out. Ling Tian could only smile wryly as the sword pierced barely half a foot before meeting powerful resistance and could go no farther.
"I'm speechless. This Black Flood Dragon actually cultivated a secret technique similar to the Primordial Magnetic Gold Edge Armor. Its defenses have been greatly enhanced, and even the fairly sharp Light Dance can't pierce it." Though Ling Tian knew the Light Dance Flying Sword could no longer pose much of a threat, he didn't recall it and continued attacking.
This time, Ling Tian stopped attacking its body and aimed straight for the Black Flood Dragon's eyes. At least he could harass it.
"Just be glad this is only a Black Flood Dragon. It has no scales to protect it, so its defenses are far weaker than Ying Long's. Otherwise, it wouldn't matter how much you attacked—it'd be completely unharmed." Po Qiong's voice rang out.
"True. Now we'll just have to see how Meng Shang and Su Ying's attacks fare." Ling Tian watched Fairy Meng Shang and Su Ying expectantly,