Di Tian stood proudly in the sky with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged. Yet the arm behind him would not stop trembling, and his hand was riddled with bloody wounds.
"This is bad. Di Tian is in danger." Bi Ji's face was filled with anxiety.
Di Tian's strength lay entirely in his powerful body. His tough dragon scales were the foundation of his defense, and his strongest scales were on his hands.
Personally instructed by the Dragon God, Di Tian had begun cultivating the Dragon God's Claw in his youth. After hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, it had long become impervious to blades and spears. Even spatial vortices could be entered and exited freely.
But now, Di Tian's Dragon God's Claw had been broken. That meant even his strongest technique was no match for his opponent, and his life could very well be in danger.
"No, I have to help him!" Bi Ji anxiously moved to rush out, overcome with worry.
Zi Ji grabbed her and seriously said, "Sister Bi Ji, I know you're worried about the Dragon King, but I believe he has his own way of dealing with this. We should wait quietly!"
A trace of surprise appeared on Bi Ji's worried face. She looked deeply at Zi Ji, then looked toward the sky before suddenly understanding.
"Thank you for reminding me, Sister Zi Ji. Otherwise, I nearly let good intentions ruin everything." Bi Ji smacked her forehead, blaming herself.
"Sister Bi Ji is only worried about the Dragon King!"
Di Tian endured the pain, his face indifferent as he pretended to be completely uninjured.
That cold gaze made Zhong Su grit his teeth.
Damn it, what the hell was this thing? How could something like this appear in the lower realm?
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