Rumble!
Meng Chuan, drenched in blood, scrambled onto the Flood Dragon's head. The tiger's-mouth of his hand, gripping the long spear, had split open and was bleeding; as his brow throbbed, even the shaft had been smashed crooked.
But his gaze remained calm. He unleashed another Abyss Cleave at each of Nightmare's eyes, frantically urging his Dao arts onward.
At that moment, in Luo Guanyun's eyes, his figure was filled with an indescribable quality—he seemed incredibly tall.
"The kid's gotten pretty damn impressive. This thing... is even more terrifying than a Martial Heavenly King..."
Bang! Bang!
"Roar!!!"
Even the eyes of the mightiest colossal beasts were vulnerable. Nightmare's eyes were smashed into bloody pulp in an instant. A dragon's roar, agonized to the core, thundered through the heavens; the sound waves surged like a flood, and its enormous body convulsed and curled up uncontrollably.
Meng Chuan seized the chance to leap away, escaping the pursuit of the other eight Flood Dragon heads.
"Run!"
He'd gained a sliver of an advantage, but he had no intention of counterattacking.
He'd only just reached the Fifth Breakthrough. He was nowhere near the same level as that ten-thousand-zhang behemoth, and still needed time to build his strength.
There was no way he could keep fighting. That damned Draven seemed to have come to his senses, and after seeing Meng Chuan flee all this way, he was already itching to make a move!
Oh, no!
In an instant, Meng Chuan's senses flooded him with a powerful feeling of drowning. He swiftly steadied his mind, and only then did he see the flat, shuttle-shaped shadow burst into motion!
One wave had barely settled before another rose!
The world was set against a muddy yellow backdrop, its colors interweaving. Waves of twisting, rolling ridges rippled across the