The flames on the ground suddenly swept up, transforming into a scarlet wall of fire hundreds of zhang high that slammed into the white flood dragon.
A miserable dragon's roar rang out. The white flood dragon's body writhed incessantly as countless streams of white frost qi surged from its surface.
Ye Xin and the others activated the formation one after another, attacking the white flood dragon. The white flood dragon was no match for them at all.
In less than half a ke, it was defeated, its massive body crashing to the ground.
"A flood dragon won't be severely wounded so easily. Don't trust it. Increase the offensive."
Ye Xin's expression turned cold. If it had been an ordinary fifth-rank demon beast, it would not have been strange for it to be gravely injured by the formation so quickly, but this was a flood dragon.
Countless scarlet flames surged through the air, the heat waves terrifying. Even the red light screen began to warp as rolling flames engulfed the white flood dragon.
After a while, the white flood dragon flew up from the ground and continued ramming the red light screen, to no effect.
After more than half a ke, the white flood dragon's surface was charred black. Great quantities of scales had fallen away, leaving its flesh mangled and bloody, while the stench of burning flesh wafted from its body.
"That should be enough. Let me go in!"
Han Wenlong strode toward the red light screen.
"Will it work? A fifth-rank flood dragon won't submit so easily."
Cao Yundong's face was full of worry. The Cao Clan had once tried to subdue a fourth-rank flood dragon, only to end in failure.
"It should be fine."
Though Ye Xin said so, a trace of worry showed in the depths of