At the words "True Dragon spirit," Song Wen, Xuan Li, and Feng Zhongli, who had been speeding along, abruptly stopped in their tracks.
The Flood Dragon King surely knew more about the True Dragon spirit.
If they wanted it to speak truthfully, the best way was to capture it first, then slowly force the answers out of it.
But the Flood Dragon King's strength surpassed them all. To capture it, Yuan Rong, the sword cultivator, was an indispensable fighting force.
The three exchanged glances, then each activated their mana and summoned their treasures.
Song Wen activated the Blood Sea Imperial Seal.
A sea of blood spread out beneath his feet, extending a colossal tentacle several miles thick. It spanned the sky and crashed toward the Flood Dragon King.
Feng Zhongli summoned a thousand-zhang giant ape, which surged alongside the crimson tentacle and pounced at the Flood Dragon King.
Yet Xuan Li moved a step faster.
"Moon Wheel, emerge!"
At her soft command, the crescent-shaped blade suddenly appeared. Spinning at high speed, it trailed a frost-cold gleam and slashed toward the Flood Dragon King.
The Flood Dragon King raised its right foreclaw, its claw tips covered in dark scales, and clutched at the Moon Wheel as it slashed toward its vertical pupil.
The two collided with a thunderous crash, erupting in a piercing shriek and dazzling light.
Just then, the gigantic crimson tentacle swept in, stirring up a thick, nauseating stench of blood.
The Flood Dragon King's enormous tail lashed out, striking at the tentacle.
Before the ten-mile-long tentacle, its thick dragon tail appeared especially tiny, like a mantis arm trying to stop a cart.
Yet at the instant they collided, the crimson tentacle suddenly shattered, turning into blood droplets that filled the sky.
The dragon tail, however, could not withstand