"Haha, at a time like this, where else do you think you can retreat to? I have been waiting here with my people for quite some time!"
Zong Lu narrowed his triangular eyes. His robes and hair billowed in the wind as wild laughter rang out.
"Waiting for us? That Fire Flood Dragon... deliberately drove us here?"
Li Piaoyue's heart skipped a beat. She instantly understood and immediately turned to look behind her.
The moment she turned around, a crashing roar came from behind.
A hundred-zhang wall of water surged up once more. Dragging its enormous body, the massive Fire Flood Dragon burst from the water again. Billowing Demonic Essence spread out like waves, sealing off everyone's retreat.
The Fire Flood Dragon twisted and rolled through the sky, its millstone-sized eyes brimming with mockery.
Its bloody maw abruptly opened, spewing torrential flames with every breath. The blaze became a scorching heatwave, causing the temperature across dozens of miles to soar sharply.
This sudden turn of events made everyone aboard the flying vessel's pupils contract, their expressions changing yet again.
Yet before they could decide how to respond,
Sun Wenzhu, dressed in a white robe at the front of the Great Zhao Dynasty's group, stepped forward through the air, his eyes fixed intently on Su Shi'er.
"Su Shi'er, behind you stands a Fire Flood Dragon fellow comparable to a Half-step Nascent Soul, while carefully arranged formations await on both sides."
"Today, I would like to see what means you still possess to escape."
As he spoke, Sun Wenzhu unfolded the folding fan in his hand, looking entirely like victory was already in his grasp.
Su Shi'er narrowed his eyes, his gaze swiftly sweeping over both sides. Dark thoughts flickered in his eyes as he calmly said, "As expected of the Great