These sanctimonious bastards made the mutated True Dragon furious.
He let out an angry hiss.
That single hiss made the surrounding cultivators turn their gazes toward him.
"Attack!"
No one knew who shouted it.
In an instant, the surrounding cultivators swarmed forward, each raising a weapon as they charged.
Countless terrifying attacks crashed down upon the mutated True Dragon's body.
For a moment, the scales covering his body were blasted apart, and his enormous form was stained with blood.
This successfully enraged the mutated True Dragon. With another roar, he threw himself fully into battle with the cultivators.
An astonishing battle erupted between the two sides.
From Ye Lin's perspective, this mutated True Dragon was truly terrifyingly powerful. In just one exchange, he had severely wounded three cultivators at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal.
Though he was powerful, these cultivators were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
Even though the mutated True Dragon had already gone all out, he still felt somewhat unable to keep up.
The great battle continued without pause.
Ye Lin and Yun Qiyue merely watched.
Besides them, many other cultivators shared the same thoughts. Everyone hid in the shadows, silently waiting.
Once this mutated True Dragon was taken down, it would be their time to strike.
And at the forefront of the battle, some changes had now appeared.
The cultivators charging at the very front had been entangled by the mutated True Dragon, and the full force of his fury fell upon them.
Yet the overwhelming majority of the remaining cultivators were quietly paddling along, with no intention whatsoever of going up to help.
Seeing this, the cultivators fighting the mutated True Dragon cursed inwardly, but by now, they could not escape even if they wanted to, for the mutated True Dragon had