The last lingering dark red flames sizzled on the surface of the water, sending up a stench-filled white smoke.
And that hand, after completing the final desolate blow, had vanished.
Thud!
The icy breath of the Ice Chi and the space-tearing claws of the Golden Roc landed simultaneously in the area where Jiang Shu had disappeared.
The ice froze the turbulent black water and foul air, creating a massive ice chunk that emitted chilling white vapor.
The Golden Roc's claws tore a giant fissure hundreds of meters long through the frozen space and a portion of the rock, sending ice shards and stone fragments flying.
But this frantic counterattack hit nothing.
They hadn't even managed to graze the hem of Jiang Shu's clothes.
The Ice Chi and Golden Roc stood frozen in place, their gazes fixed on the massive corpse of the Fire Flood Dragon that had crashed into the mud marsh.
