Seeing this, Xue Fuyao unhesitatingly shot two arrows at Jimo Yunqi and Jimo Xiubai.
As the two arrows passed through their bodies amid piercing screams, they dragged two dragon-head phantoms straight out of them.
Compared to those Xue Fuyao had seen before, these two phantoms were clearly much fainter, looking somewhat malnourished.
Once the two men woke, Xue Fuyao said to Jimo Yunqi, "Do it, now."
At her words, Jimo Yunqi had yet to fully regain his senses, but his body had already begun to move.
Holding the Flood Dragon Token, he rapidly formed seals with both hands. The next instant, the Flood Dragon Token turned into a streak of white light and merged into the dragon-head statue overhead.
As the Flood Dragon Token merged with it, a deafening dragon's roar suddenly exploded in their ears.
By then, the instant the Flood Dragon Token left his hands, Xue Fuyao had already taken Jimo Yunqi and Jimo Xiubai into hiding. Water Silk encircled them, protecting them on all sides, and they were unaffected by the dragon's roar.
They were fine, but the others inside the Dragon Gate, as well as those outside waiting to reap the fisherman's profit while others fought, were not so fortunate.
Caught completely unprepared, they faced a True Dragon's furious roar head-on at close range. Although its pressure held less than half the power it had at its peak, that power was still far beyond what ordinary cultivators could withstand.
Inside the Dragon Gate, those closest to it had their bodies blasted apart by the sound, turning into clouds of bloody gore that drifted through the air.
Outside, the vanished Dragon Gate appeared again.
Unlike the Dragon Gate Xue Fuyao and the others had seen, this one was in its complete form, towering and majestic, brimming with