The Demon-Scale Flood Dragon did not answer. Even an eighteenth-level peak expert was stunned by the endless Zerg army. Three days and three nights? That had merely been boasting. If he condensed Frost Armor and maintained it, he could last at most two days and one night. Yet as he watched the unceasing army of Mutalisks, he truly could not tell whether the other side could summon enough for him to kill without end!
The Demon-Scale Flood Dragon continued wreaking havoc in the sky, and Blade-Arm Mutalisk corpses kept falling. Yet as time passed, his stamina steadily dwindled. Looking again at the Blade-Arm Mutalisk army, the Demon-Scale Flood Dragon felt that he had blasted apart no fewer than a hundred thousand of them, but all he could see before him was still a vast black mass!
This could not continue, or he would be worn to death!
The Demon-Scale Flood Dragon's body shuddered, and an icy aura sent the more than one hundred Blade-Arm Mutalisks closing in on him flying away. Over thirty of those closest to him were frozen directly into blocks of ice, losing the power of flight as they fell toward the water...
"Roar!" Seizing the opening, the Demon-Scale Flood Dragon plunged headfirst into the water. With a thunderous boom, his entire body submerged. Immediately afterward, a gigantic funnel-like whirlpool rose on the surface, and the level of the pool began to slowly drop!
Ye Luo's expression turned solemn. The Demon-Scale Flood Dragon was not fleeing. Beneath the water, Ye Luo sensed a terrifying power brewing!
"Blade-Arm Mutalisks, retreat from the water immediately!" Ye Luo shouted, his brows tightly furrowed!
Nearly a hundred thousand Blade-Arm Mutalisks above the water immediately climbed higher and flew into the sky. But at that moment, the Demon-Scale Flood Dragon had already