"Human friend, our Demon Race must thank you properly. Thanks to you killing Yinshuo and Ye Hua, after this battle, all the humans of the Sea of Disorder will become food for our bloodlust. Hahaha..." The Black Flood Dragon's voice suddenly rang out.
To make it easier to summon seawater against enemies at any time and dive into the depths to evade danger when faced with a crisis, the Black Flood Dragon had been prowling near the surface.
At this moment, it was several dozen li directly beneath Song Wen.
Song Wen lowered his head to look at the Black Flood Dragon below, and the cold gleam in his eyes surged.
In an instant, his brow flashed, and nine transparent blades materialized, shooting straight down at the Black Flood Dragon.
A trace of panic flashed through the Black Flood Dragon's eyes. It could not understand why its opponent had suddenly attacked it.
In its view, Song Wen had killed Yinshuo and Ye Hua in succession and had already placed himself on the opposite side of the human race. Other than cooperating with the Demon Race to utterly crush the human army before them, there was no other choice.
With a flick of its tail, the Black Flood Dragon plunged headlong into the seawater.
At the same time, its panicked voice rang out.
"This human is a madman! Yuan Hao, Wind Eagle, save me!"
The Black Flood Dragon was adept in water, but no matter how fast it was underwater, it could not possibly outpace the Soul-Concentrating Spike.
It was quickly caught by the nine transparent blades, which pierced into its skull.
The Black Flood Dragon's physical body was powerful, but it did not cultivate its soul. Its soul was far weaker than that of human cultivators at the same realm.