Caught by Chu Qingcheng's Golden Dragon Illusion, Yuwen Huaji was aghast. An astonishing light burst from his left fist as he hammered it desperately, punch after punch, against the massive Golden Dragon.
Amidst the tremendous noise, Chu Qingcheng's face grew increasingly pale, his aura growing ever fainter.
But his hands still moved rapidly, forming Seal Techniques that made the dragon's talons squeeze even tighter.
"AHH!"
Blood streamed from Yuwen Huaji's seven orifices. He looked like a madman!
Facing mortal danger, his attacks on the giant Golden Dragon grew even more frenzied.
The sound of the explosions was incessant.
This time, blood began to stream from Chu Qingcheng's mouth and eyes as well.
Yet he gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to let go!
"Xiaolang, wake up!"
Chu Qingcheng's roar was like a clap of thunder.
Shen Lang slowly raised his head and looked around, his expression vacant.
Then, his body shot downwards, landing in front of Nalan Ziyun.
