"Black Sister, hand that true dragon over to me at once! We must retreat immediately!"
Jiao Qing paid no attention to the fierce battle with Youmeng. Anxiety burned within him; all he wanted was to get his hands on Long Ji and flee this place like the wind.
Once he had devoured Long Ji and ascended to become a true dragon, it would not be too late to return and wipe away the humiliation this demon had inflicted on him!
"All right, we're coming!"
The Black Flood Serpent was equally excited and shot toward Jiao Qing like lightning.
"Young master!"
"Young Master Long!"
"Master!"
Shen Rong, Wu Yue, the Ox Demon, and the others paled in alarm. If Long Ji was captured, the consequences would be disastrous!
Their lives and deaths lay in his and Youmeng's hands. If Long Ji ordered them to accompany him to the grave before he died, wouldn't their deaths be even more unjust than Dou E's?!
"Kill them..."
Wu Yue, Shen Rong, and the others charged at the Black Flood Serpent like starving tigers pouncing on prey, ignoring the other Flood Dragons entirely. The whole battlefield instantly descended into chaos.
Only Youmeng remained as steady as Mount Tai. She even seized the opening to ambush a Flood Dragon Snake who had let his triumph go to his head, coiling tightly around him like a python.
Youmeng and Long Ji understood each other without a word. She had already seen through everything, so she might as well take this chance to kill a few more Flood Dragons and secure their victory.
"Aaah... save me..."
The Flood Dragon Snake cried out in agony, but Jiao Qing and the other Flood Dragons, whose attention was wholly fixed on Long Ji, turned deaf ears to his pleas.
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