Zhunti Sets the Trap, Yaoji Battles the Flood Dragon

Saint Zhunti nodded and said blandly:

"Senior Brother, rest assured!"

"I'll make the arrangements for this matter."

As he spoke, Saint Zhunti's lips curled slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

Without further delay, he immediately summoned one of his disciples.

"Greetings, Master!"

At the sight of Zhunti, the disciple hurriedly dropped to his knees in salute.

Saint Zhunti gave a slight nod and said:

"Rise!"

After getting to his feet, the disciple asked with a puzzled look:

"May I ask why Master has summoned this disciple?"

Zhunti gave a meaningful smile and directly used Voice Transmission to speak to the disciple.

After hearing Zhunti's Voice Transmission, the disciple understood. He promptly bowed to Zhunti.

"Yes, this disciple obeys!"

Zhunti nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Remember, you must proceed with utmost care."

The disciple gave a soft acknowledgment. Without delay, he leaped up and transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the distance.

After the disciple left, Zhunti gave a light wave of his hand. In the unseen void, a vast force of magic shot straight into the emptiness.

Very quickly, that force pierced through the void and swept toward Irrigation River Mouth.

Then, it concealed the heavenly secrets surrounding Irrigation River Mouth.

"Now, all that remains is to leave it to time."

Having done all this, Saint Zhunti let out a cold chuckle, then flashed away and disappeared from where he stood.

Elsewhere, Yaoji was still locked in battle with the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.

"Boom!"

The immortal sword in Yaoji's hand suddenly slashed down.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's face filled with horror. With no time to think of anything else, it hurriedly whipped its tail toward the descending sword light.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon was blasted away by the force of the sword.

"Damn