The Black Dragon and the Dragon Lady were horrified. Seeing Chen Cuo charge at them, they unleashed their own powers. Two dragon cries rang out, and an Illusory Realm spread across the waters. Layers of mist shrouded everything, leaving Chen Cuo lost within.
"We can't hold him for long!" The Dragon Lady turned her head. "Ao Ding and I are both badly wounded. We've lost much of our fighting strength!"
"I know!" The Water Lord gritted his teeth. A point of scarlet light gathered at his fingertip, and he pressed it against the talisman in the center of his forehead.
True Spirit, red as blood!
As that drop of True Spirit seeped in, he soothed the pitch-black talisman once more.
The Dragon Lady and Ao Ding watched the Great River Water Lord fumble about, their hearts uneasy.
Ao Ding said, "You said he's seizing your authority? The Venerable found that Divine Authority himself and bestowed it on you..."
"They say he brought that authority out of the temple," the Dragon Lady said grimly. "It wouldn't be strange for him to take it back. But if he succeeds, everything we've done today will be for nothing!"
"What..." Disbelief filled Ao Ding's face. "He hasn't recovered his former Dao Attainment, and the Venerable made his calculations. How did things turn out like this?"
The Dragon Lady shook her head. "There's no use dwelling on it now. At least the situation is clear! Everything today hinges on who holds authority over the Great River. If he takes it, we lose. If His Highness the Water Lord keeps it, Chen Fangqing will be suppressed, and his Fate Pattern will be ours for the taking!"
By the end, her words had stirred a surge of fighting spirit in them all.
Unfortunately, the moment she finished