Before Barto could finish speaking, a swarm of fleas appeared above Gelong, raining down at high speed and burrowing straight into his viscous shell.
Boom!
The dragon claw landed squarely in Gelong's center, tearing out a huge chunk as though scooping jelly, exposing rows upon rows of long, pointed teeth within.
Countless teeth clamped directly onto the Great Dragon's arm and yanked hard, gouging bloody streaks into it. Slime smeared over the wounds, and in the blink of an eye, the injuries had charred black.
Gelong cast a cold glance around him. If they wanted to suppress him, they had better weigh their own strength first. But at that moment, an overwhelming numbness spread through him. At some unknown point, those fleas had crawled onto his teeth. He had no idea what kind of radiance they gave off, but it snapped tooth after tooth apart section by section. He instinctively closed his huge mouth, yet it was completely beyond his control. His entire body seemed to be under someone else's command, growing larger instead. He could only watch as Barto's other claw pierced his throat and tore away a huge piece.
His Origin Essence was damaged, and Gelong felt stabbing agony. He secretly hated it. In a one-on-one fight, he might not have feared them, but the three of them had joined forces, slipping their attacks into every crack. He had no room to strike back at all.
After only a brief hesitation, his Origin Essence had been severely injured. Judging by their posture, they meant to beat him to death alive.
He sneered inwardly. How could he not know what these people were plotting? They wanted to curry favor with Li Ziran through him and break free from their restraints? What a fool's dream in broad daylight. Even the