"Roar!"
Yu Qingling broke free, letting out a dragon cry that shook the heavens as her immense dragon body circled through the sky.
"Young master, I will strike the killing formation. Seize the chance and take Nine Heavens Frost away."
The dragon's voice drifted over, as crisp and melodious as pearls large and small falling onto a jade plate, utterly at odds with her savage dragon form.
Though the flood dragon had escaped, she was riddled with wounds, her flesh mangled and bloody, lightning still crackling within some of them.
Boom!
Yu Qingling began gathering power. The skies immediately darkened with wind and clouds as lightning flashed and thunder roared.
"Not good, stop her!"
The three devils' expressions changed, and they rushed to stop Yu Qingling.
"Not a chance."
The High Priestess erupted with all her strength, desperately holding the three devils back.
"Roar!"
Her power gathered, Yu Qingling's gaze was resolute, without the slightest hint of retreat. She burst forth at unprecedented speed and slammed toward Nine Heavens Frost.
The instant her dragon body approached Nine Heavens Frost, a heaven-shaking killing intent erupted around it, condensing into a fatal blow that crashed ruthlessly into her body.
"Ah..."
Struck by that deadly attack, Yu Qingling let out a shrill scream. Yet she did not retreat, enduring the bone-piercing agony as she poured every ounce of strength into resisting it.
"Quick, now!"
Yu Qingling shouted urgently to Li Xuancang.
Whoosh!
Li Xuancang vanished. When he reappeared, he was already beside Nine Heavens Frost.
"Clang, clang clang clang..."
Overwhelming attacks came hurtling toward Li Xuancang, but most of their power had been tied down by Yu Qingling. Such attacks could not do anything to him.
He reached out with his massive hand, intending to seize Nine Heavens Frost.
"Crack, crack crack crack..."