"We're done, we're completely done..."
"Why kill us for no reason? I hate the sea dragons!"
Everyone's faces were filled with despair. They had never imagined they would die in a sea dragon's jaws.
"Splash!"
But just then, a figure carrying someone burst out of the sea more than ten miles away and shot into the sky.
Right behind him was a sea dragon no less powerful than Qingliu. It was Qingyang.
Just moments ago, Zhao Han had seized the chaos and plunged into the sea, fleeing for his life.
Who could have known that Qingyang would detect his aura and lock onto him, pursuing him relentlessly?
Now that he had broken through the surface, it was only so he could fly faster. He could never outrun a sea dragon in the water.
Seeing Zhao Han fly into the sky to escape, Qingyang didn't keep swimming beneath the waves.
With another "splash," it burst out of the sea, its six-to-seven-hundred-meter-long dragon body pursuing him through the air.
With a body that long and so heavy, it flew through the sky almost as fast as it swam through the sea. In any case, it was much faster than Zhao Han carrying Zhao Si.
As expected of the Dragon Tribe: they could do anything in the sky or under the sea.
"You can't get away!" Qingyang kept Zhao Han in its sights and pursued him furiously.
As long as you're in front of me, I won't leave you alive.
Those who kill my sea dragons will repay them tenfold!
The five sea dragons nearby gave chase as well. They were fast enough to keep up.
Only Qingliu had yet to move.
A group of little nobodies, like bite-sized treats, had practically been served up at its mouth. It would be a shame