After absorbing the Potion and feeling the immense Talent Power within his body, Zhu Xiu nodded. "Alright, let's go together."
The wind howled and snow swirled. Yin Ze lowered his massive Phoenix form, his magnificent golden-red feathers a dazzling sight against the stark white world.
Wanwan leaped gracefully onto his broad back.
Zhu Xiu's massive serpentine body slithered silently across the snow, leaving a winding trail. Yan Lie, holding their cub, stood guard at their side.
Following the lingering scent of Hua Han and the Flood Dragons on the air, they moved like expert hunters, tracking them swiftly across the vast, snowy plains.
After some time, the faint sounds of harsh shouts and pained groans drifted from the base of a leeward cliff up ahead.
Yin Ze's sharp gaze pierced the blizzard, locking onto the target.
Several tall Flood Dragon Males were violently tossing a fiery-red figure onto the icy snow.
