When Disaster Strikes, Everyone Flees for Themselves; Xiao Wu, I'll Definitely Save You!

Flender and Liu Erlong finally sensed that something was wrong.

Their closed eyes trembled violently. Soul Power surged through their bodies but found no outlet, while the light of the Golden Triangle began to flicker unsteadily.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the triangle's apex, his face as pale as paper, blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Luo Sanpao, who had curled up in terror beneath the Three-Headed Flood Dragon, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

He could feel the Martial Soul Fusion Skill collapsing. The connection between the sixteen Soul Rings was falling apart because of Luo Sanpao's fear.

And all because Luo Sanpao had been roared at once by the Three-Headed Flood Dragon formed from the enemy's Martial Soul!

Just one dragon roar had shattered the Martial Soul Fusion Skill he had been so proud of.

Though it was hard to believe, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to accept reality. The Martial Soul Fusion Skill could no longer hold on.

Seeing Luo Sanpao's dragon body trembling in fear, the six lava-like golden-red dragon eyes of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon were filled with undisguised contempt.

It made no unnecessary movements. The middle dragon head merely opened its mouth.

Luo Sanpao, trembling from head to toe, suddenly stiffened. The golden light around his body exploded with a bang, turning into countless streams of light that flew uncontrollably toward the Three-Headed Flood Dragon in the air.

The streams of light followed no pattern, tracing countless chaotic golden arcs through the air, yet every one of them entered the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's open mouth.

As the golden light faded, Luo Sanpao's massive dragon body began shrinking at an astonishing speed.

In only a few breaths, he changed from a majestic golden giant dragon back into