Rolling waves of dust rose through the wilderness. As the ridge burst apart, the enormous black snake let out a mournful hiss and crashed into a muddy mountain hollow.
Clad in a tattered white robe, Xie Jinhuan stood on the ridge, leaning on his Heavenly Gang Mace. Bloody sweat steamed from his body as he panted like an ox. Though his gaze remained sharp, he was genuinely a little astonished by this great serpent's defenses.
The Black Flood Dragon possessed a genuine Jiaolong's body. Even with its Water Control abilities suppressed, its scales could be called impervious to ten thousand arts. Xie Jinhuan had attacked relentlessly, with Empress Dowager Guo and several unaffiliated sect leaders who had come running joining in the beating, yet none had inflicted a blade wound. The greatest damage remained the bloody gash Senior Sister Milk Melons had gouged into its tail with her Sword Gang.
But maces were armor-breaking weapons. Although he had not completely shattered its scales, the impacts could still pound the great serpent crisp outside and tender within. After enduring prolonged heavy assaults, the black snake had lost the strength to struggle. It lay in the hollow, blood pouring from its mouth and nostrils.
To avoid exposing her identity, Empress Dowager Guo had never used her true abilities. She had also remained wary of Misty-Wave City entering the fray. With the battle nearly over and everything around them still calm, she felt somewhat puzzled. Landing beside Xie Jinhuan, she asked:
"Do you have someone else hidden behind you?"
Xie Jinhuan had also been secretly watching out for Misty-Wave City. At her question, he wiped the sweat off his face.
"Qixia True Person said he wasn't coming. There shouldn't be anyone else, should there?"
Given Old Devil Meconggao's cunning and Shang Old Devil's