The fire dragon was even stronger than Ling Tian and the others had imagined. Its defense was astonishing, and the women's attacks—including Su Ying's—were almost useless against it. With the dragon race's formidable bodies, it could easily break free of the vines and the restraints of ice-based arts. The most troublesome thing was its speed. Its movement technique was astonishing—even much faster than the Fire Dragon Steed, which was famous for its speed.
Fortunately, the Purple Obsidian Demonic Eyes worked against it. On top of that, Ling Tian and the others soon reached the area where they had set their traps. With the traps to help them, it would be much easier to evade the fire dragon.
After being toyed with by a few little ants for so long, the proud fire dragon could no longer stand it. With a heaven-shaking dragon's roar, it abruptly sped up. Like Fleeting Light and Shadow, it appeared hundreds of zhang behind Ling Tian and the others in the next instant. It swung its claws again and again, sending a flurry of claw blades howling toward them, enveloping all four people and the steed.
The claw blades howled through the air. Though they had yet to reach Ling Tian and the others, they could already feel a dense killing intent, as if sharp swords surrounded them from all sides. This feeling was just like the force of an attack such as Sky-Splitting Claw.
The claw blades' attack was terrifying. Ling Tian and the others had no doubt that they could easily slice through them—or at the very least, leave them gravely wounded.
When she saw the fire dragon suddenly speed up, shock flashed through Su Ying's bright eyes. "My heavens, what kind of movement technique is that? It covered tens of thousands of zhang