The night in Ping'an Village was one of turbulent upheaval. Fierce explosions echoed without end. Forget people; even the moon had long since hidden behind the clouds. Many creatures in the surrounding forest became collateral damage, dying silently in droves.
There was no comparison between a Rank Two and a Rank Three, but somehow, miraculously, the battle between the Snake and the Flood Dragon had reached an intense stalemate. They were evenly matched.
The ground was torn up, layer by layer, as if a volcano had erupted, spewing magma.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"This is impossible..."
The Snake Flood Dragon, wreathed in a black aura, let out a deep, hoarse cry from high above. It then collided with an immense force, triggering a tremor that shook the earth and sent sand and stones flying.
The Snake Flood Dragon was covered in wounds, dripping with blood. In the distance, a giant Snake Head hovered arrogantly in the air, its pupils radiating an uncanny, cold glint.
