Feng Zhongli casually swept out a stream of baleful aura, wrapping up the muddle-minded Xuan Li and hurling her toward Song Wen.
"Yang Yu, wake her up!"
Then she called out to Yuan Rong, who was still operating the sword formation at full force.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, this cannot be done. Run!"
At her words, a trace of unwillingness flashed through Yuan Rong's eyes. He then turned to look at Ji Yue nearby.
One controlled the formation, while the other wielded lightning.
The sword formation blazed brilliantly, and the lightning shone with overwhelming might.
Attack and defense complemented each other, like a tiger grown wings.
Only thus could the two of them barely hold off four eighth-rank flood dragons.
The two exchanged a glance, then ceased casting their spells at the same time and swiftly retreated.
Among the four of Yuan Rong's group, aside from Xuan Li, who had been thrown out due to her clouded mind, Feng Zhongli, Yuan Rong, and Ji Yue all began withdrawing at once, without the slightest hesitation.
But how could the flood dragon clan possibly let them leave so easily?
Enormous ice spikes shot out from the ghostly mist below, piercing into the sky as they flew toward Feng Zhongli.
The four eighth-rank flood dragons, freed by Yuan Rong and Ji Yue's retreat, also launched a fierce assault against the two.
The peak eighth-rank flood dragon swung its massive body and lunged fiercely at Yuan Rong.
The remaining three flood dragons rammed straight toward Ji Yue.
Feng Zhongli, Yuan Rong, and Ji Yue were all caught in bitter battles. Though they were not in immediate danger, they could not break free while being entangled.
Feng Zhongli condensed a phantom of a giant ape a thousand zhang tall, while her hands transformed into enormous