Before the Flood Dragon King could steady itself and continue its assault on Yuan Rong, another massive pillar of blood suddenly surged up from below, crashing toward its lower jaw.
With a sweep of its tail, the Flood Dragon King shattered the blood pillar.
But another streak of chilling sword intent swept toward the valley path near its tail.
It was a black blazing sun.
The Flood Dragon King abruptly twisted around and lunged toward the black blazing sun.
Its tail curled upward in the same motion, evading the black blazing sun's sneak attack.
The Flood Dragon King had ultimately blocked the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword.
Yuan Rong naturally escaped the predicament as well, taking the chance to set up his sword formation anew and protect himself.
"Gou Jun, prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat. If you and I continue tangling with the Flood Dragon King like this, we will sooner or later lose. Do you have a way to break this deadlock?" Yuan Rong transmitted as he controlled the Nether Epiphyllum Sword to delay the Flood Dragon King.
"No," Song Wen said.
The Flood Dragon King's hide was simply too tough, and its divine sense cultivation far surpassed Song Wen's.
None of Song Wen's various trump cards could truly threaten the Flood Dragon King.
Yet unlike Yuan Rong, Song Wen was not worried about dying here.
Though the Flood Dragon King was powerful, it lacked any means like a sword formation to trap its enemies. If Song Wen wished to flee, the Flood Dragon King could not stop him.
But if he did, Song Wen would certainly be unable to take Xuan Li with him, nor could he obtain from the Flood Dragon King any clues regarding the 'True Dragon Spirit.'
"I do have a plan that may