Yuan Rong refused to take the bait, and Song Wen had no desire to continue talking with him either. Grabbing Xuan Li, he prepared to leave.
Suddenly.
A thunderous roar exploded.
"Vermin, where do you think you're running?"
It was the Flood Dragon King's voice.
Yuan Rong and Song Wen's expressions both changed slightly.
Only then did they abruptly realize that they had not heard the sounds of fighting from afar for several breaths.
The two simultaneously activated their escape techniques and sped away.
But how could the Flood Dragon King possibly let them leave so easily?
The frigid mist around them surged like a freezing tide, continuously extending in the direction of their escape.
Song Wen had originally estimated that they were nearly at the edge of the cold mist. Yet after flying hundreds of miles through the air, heaven and earth remained a vast expanse of white. Instead, the Flood Dragon King caught up to them.
"Yang Yu, it seems you and I can only join forces and battle the Flood Dragon King," Yuan Rong said.
"Where is Fellow Daoist Feng? Why is there no sign of her?" Song Wen asked.
"Perhaps she has some means of shaking off the Flood Dragon King? With her formidable physique and close-combat strength, even if she lost, she should not have been defeated so quickly," Yuan Rong said.
As they spoke, the two had already turned around, each activating their magical treasures in preparation to face the enemy.
Yuan Rong used the Void Sword Formation to protect himself. At the same time, he summoned the Nether Epiphyllum Sword, sweeping up phantoms of epiphyllum blossoms as it slew toward the Flood Dragon King.
Song Wen, meanwhile, called forth the Blood Sea Imperial Seal, forming a thick wall of blood before him, and