"Everyone," Xuan Li said in a grave voice as she looked toward the ghostly qi where the Flood Dragon King had vanished, "do you think what the Flood Dragon King said was true or false?"
"Which part of what it said?" Ji Yue asked.
"That it deliberately let us kill those eighth-rank flood dragons," Xuan Li said.
"I fear it was not lying," Song Wen interjected.
Song Wen had two reasons for this judgment.
First, among all the eighth-rank flood dragons, only the Flood Dragon King had survived.
Second, at the beginning of the battle, the Flood Dragon King had led three eighth-rank flood dragons, only to be held back by Yuan Rong and Ji Yue working together. Xuan Li and Feng Zhongli had then seized the chance to kill two late eighth-rank flood dragons.
Only after the two late eighth-rank flood dragons died did Ghost Fox appear, and only then did this trapping formation, formed from nether ghostly qi and flood dragon demon essence, reveal itself.
No matter how one looked at it, the Flood Dragon King had acted deliberately.
"Then why did it do this?" Xuan Li's delicate brows knitted tightly.
Song Wen shook his head.
At that moment, Feng Zhongli suddenly spoke in a muffled voice.
"These damp-born, egg-hatched beasts are cold-hearted and fickle, a rabble. Who cares why? As long as we get rid of the Flood Dragon King, all will be settled."
"Fellow Daoist Feng is right," Yuan Rong agreed. "No matter what schemes the Flood Dragon King has, once it is eliminated, all its plots and tricks will vanish like smoke."
A sharp gleam suddenly flashed through Xuan Li's eyes.
"In that case, let us head to the cold pool at once and get rid of this beast."
"Wait a moment."
Just as everyone