The Forging Immortal Cauldron had once been a Seventh-order mid-grade magic tool; even now, it was still Sixth-order Mid-grade.
Even at its peak, this flood dragon would not have been able to escape once it was sealed inside.
Not to mention that it had already been severely wounded before this, then taken a punch to the head from Flame Spirit.
Whether it could survive in that state was questionable, let alone escape.
"Forging Immortal, does this flood dragon still have any hope of surviving?"
Forging Immortal manifested his form. "You're thinking too much. This flood dragon only has one breath left. Its injuries are far too severe.
Its insides were ravaged by your Gui Water Divine Lightning, and its internal organs were already badly damaged.
Then it took another punch from Flame Spirit. Flame Spirit is a Lava Spirit.
After breaking through to the Sixth Order, the power he can wield is simply too immense.
That punch cracked the flood dragon's skull and shattered more than a dozen vertebrae.
Its brains were scattered. How the hell could it still be alive?"
Flame Spirit had ultimately transformed into a thousand-zhang giant and forcibly knocked back the Flaming Flood Dragon as it charged at full speed with a single punch.
The bones of a Sixth-order Mid-grade Demigod Beast were no weaker than a Low-grade Sixth-order spirit artifact. Yet that punch had cracked its skull and shattered more than a dozen vertebrae.
Wang Daoyuan did not think he could confidently take such power head-on.
After all, spirit races had no physical bodies, so they did not need to worry about excessive energy damaging their own bodies.
It could be said that however much power Flame Spirit's divine sense could command, he could unleash that much in a single blow.
Away from lava, his