Beyond the gray curtain.
The battle between Luo Qinghan, Baili Hong, and the Thunder Dragon had entered its most intense stage.
The instant his blade was bitten fast, Baili Hong did not try to wrench it free. Instead, borrowing the backlash force surging from within the Thunder Dragon, he spun with the momentum, twisting his waist and hips in midair as his saber slanted through the wound in the dragon's ribs.
The next second, White Tiger Killing Intent poured along the blade into the dragon's body, where it began a vicious strangling battle with the purple-black Thunder Dao Law.
A wild grin hung on Baili Hong's lips. He let the lightning power strike his body, and not only did he refuse to retreat, he drove his saber another half-foot forward and shouted, "Break!"
White Tiger Killing Intent exploded within the dragon's body, tearing that wound from three feet wide to nearly ten zhang. Great torrents of lightning power poured from the fissure.
Awooo—
The Thunder Dragon let out an earth-shaking roar of pain. Its tail swept over like a moving mountain range. Baili Hong yanked out his saber and retreated swiftly, while the space struck by the tail was lashed open into a black rift stretching across the sky.
"An opportunity!"
Luo Qinghan seized the brief interstice Baili Hong had created. The hand seal in her right hand shifted, and the enormous Cold Moon behind her began rotating faster.
The rivers of extreme cold across the moon wheel's surface seemed to have been released from their shackles. They broke away from the moon wheel and transformed into nine crystalline chains, each several hundred zhang long, wrapping around the Thunder Dragon's body from nine different directions at once.
Roar!
The Thunder Dragon struggled frantically. Where the purple-black lightning on its body