Heavy rain poured down, and Bai Yunqi's group had already arrived at the sea entrance.
"The Ancient Ten Great Sects have taken away all their setups, but along the way, I can still see three Dragon-slaying Swords whose age and origins I cannot determine from their worn state,"
Xie Chenyuan furrowed his brows and said, "No one dares to easily provoke such karma. When the time comes, Brother Bai will have to resolve it on his own."
The last heavy rain was not long ago. The water level in the river was already high and had not receded when another round of heavy rain began.
Logically, it's suitable for Walking Flood Dragon—after all, Bai Yunqi will need to reveal his true form, and such a massive serpent must rush towards the sea in one go. If the water level is insufficient, it could become stranded.
