Bai Ruxue and the thunder dragon collided, and a tempest of thunder swept outward. Bolts of lightning ripped through the sea, their deafening roar like a god pounding a war drum!
Ten whole breaths passed.
The winds and waves gradually calmed, and the thunder's might slowly faded. The dark clouds above parted, and a ray of sunlight pierced through, shining down on the white wyrm.
The charred flesh peeled away and fell to the ground. New flesh grew at a visible speed, and fresh scales covered it.
Her dragon claws grew sharper, and the horns atop her head grew longer than before, like silver crystal coral.
Immortal music drifted through the air. High in the sky, a dark blue opening had appeared.
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
Blue liquid dripped down from the sky.
It carried the faint might of thunder and the fortune of the dragon race.
"Dragon Thunder Liquid!"
Bai Ruxue's slit pupils shrank.
Though Bai Ruxue had never seen Dragon Thunder Liquid before, after undergoing tribulation, the dragon blood in her body told her that this was what she had been longing for!
She hurriedly exhaled, enveloping all the falling Dragon Thunder Liquid so it wouldn't drop into the sea.
Then Bai Ruxue flew toward the Dragon Thunder Liquid.
"Attack!"
At the command of a sect leader, the small Formations beneath everyone's feet began to glow.
With the Formations' support, the cultivators offered up their life-bound Magic Tools and attacked Bai Ruxue!
These sect cultivators had been waiting for this very moment.
After the wyrm's tribulation, her cultivation had fully stabilized, and the wounds she had sustained during it were gradually healing. But until her flesh had completely grown back, she remained vulnerable.
They wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.
Some cultivators, however, thought it