Zou Qi's plan was simple. The Heaven-Supporting Sect had reached a life-or-death crisis. Since they were unwilling to retreat to the Nine Provinces, they could only divert the calamity onto others.
However, for this plan to succeed, there was one prerequisite: the Scaled Flood Dragon could not be under Silver Light Island's control. Otherwise, it would be impossible to carry out.
His conversation with Luo Fu confirmed this point. Zou Qi immediately had Yu Hongbao block off the Heavenly Mechanism, took the initiative to open the Formation, and led the sect's cultivators charging toward Silver Light Island.
When they were forty zhang away, they scattered, exposing the pursuing Scaled Flood Dragon behind them. It charged straight toward where Silver Light Island's cultivators had gathered. To intercept the Heaven-Supporting Sect earlier, Silver Light Island had unleashed quite a few spells and Controlled Artifacts, which now struck the Scaled Flood Dragon with rumbling blasts.
The Scaled Flood Dragon let out a hiss. Its emerald-green eyes reflected the panicked faces of Silver Light Island's cultivators, and its aura began to turn savage.
The blood throughout Luo Fu's body turned cold as he stood at the front of the crowd. He felt as though his life had plummeted from the summit straight into the abyss. Such wild ups and downs were truly thrilling.
The Scaled Flood Dragon opened its jaws and spewed a mouthful of emerald-green snake mist ahead. Quite a few Controlled Artifacts were tainted by the mist and came clattering down.
It's over! Luo Fu wailed inwardly.
When Zou Qi looked back, he saw the Scaled Flood Dragon spewing its snake mist and was overjoyed. He knew his plan had succeeded. What he had to do now was simple: lead his people around behind Silver Light Island, block the Silver Light Island