"Damn that bitch!"
Long Ji let out an agonized roar, feeling as though his body was about to be crushed into a sheet of paper. His mouth, too, had gone numb from spewing too much Dragon Breath, as lifeless and unfeeling as a dead thing.
"I'll put Servant Marks on these two bitches first!"
Long Ji gritted his teeth and forced himself to rally, swiftly planting Servant Marks on the two Flood Dragon Snakes before trying to break free.
But the three dragons were tangled together too tightly. Like moths stuck in a spiderweb, he could not extricate himself for the moment.
Long Ji pummeled the two Flood Dragon Snakes furiously, but his blows were like stones sinking into the sea, eliciting no reaction whatsoever.
Left with no other choice, Long Ji fed them several Healing Pills and swallowed a few pills himself, trying to heal his wounds.
Dragging his utterly exhausted body, he lay down amid the thunderclouds like a fallen leaf in a dying wind, resting briefly while keeping a close eye on the battle below.
"Heh heh heh...
The flesh and blood of these Flood Dragons taste far better than those of other Demonic Beasts.
Heh heh heh..."
The eerie, pitch-black sphere flickered away again like a phantom, leaving only the motionless Flood Dragon skeleton behind. Like abandoned rotten wood, it crumbled into a sky full of drifting ash when a strong wind swept past.
This was already the fifth Flood Dragon Youmeng had drained. With her strength alone, she had turned the tide of battle effortlessly, like moving a thousand pounds with a mere four ounces.
Every time she appeared, more of her subordinates were freed up to surround and attack other Flood Dragons, creating a perfect virtuous cycle.
The opposing Flood Dragons, meanwhile,