The enormous dragon form Yu Zhentian had transformed into twitched continuously in midair, scales peeling away one by one amid plumes of black smoke.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
Yu Zhentian was completely beside himself with rage!
He had never encountered anything so bizarre. The lightning he had been most proud of had actually become a weapon that harmed himself!
This felt even more humiliating than being defeated by a junior like Liu Erlong!
He frantically beat his dragon wings, trying to charge out of the graphite cloud.
But the graphite fibers were too fine, like dust, clinging tightly to his manifested dragon scales. Many had even slipped into the gaps between his scales.
In his panic, Yu Zhentian hurriedly withdrew his manifested dragon form.
As his body rapidly shrank, the lightning backlash finally weakened somewhat.
Yet before he could catch his breath, Liu Erlong's greatsword came smashing down without mercy!
Yu Zhentian had yet to settle the chaotic Soul Power within his body, so he was naturally slammed solidly into the ground!
Just as he tried to push himself up with his dragon claws, his footing suddenly slipped—
The flawless light-and-shadow camouflage vanished at once, and the area where friction had been reversed beforehand was even slicker than an oil-coated sheet of ice!
Yu Zhentian, a Soul Douluo powerhouse who had lived for over seventy years, now looked like a baby who had just learned to walk, flailing all four limbs yet unable to keep his footing.
The next second, he became like an out-of-control bowling ball, shooting down the slope with a whoosh and crashing right into the minefield Chu Mei had planted in advance.
Boom!
A high-explosive landmine detonated beneath his backside, blasting his hundred-odd jin body more than three meters into the air in an