"Time to die!"
Ye Jiuming's tone was grim. The Great Banner in his hand didn't stop; instead, he thrust it forward.
It was like a standard rallying ten thousand troops!
The already-swift Soul Dragon's speed suddenly multiplied. Its massive body, large enough to span the entire Marsh Forest, shot across the mire, carving a terrifying trench in the ground. The mark it left looked like a Dragon Scale Dao, and it did not fade.
The dragon's charge was so shockingly fast that the faces of everyone present changed.
"This is bad!"
Meng Changtu cried out in alarm, swiftly brandishing his Black Blade. Wreathed in an arc of lightning, it slashed directly at the Soul Dragon.
Seeing this, the others also scrambled to attack.
CLANG!
CLANG!
Their attacks slammed into the Soul Dragon, producing the harsh screech of clashing metal. But amidst the flying sparks, they failed to slow it in the slightest.
"I'll kill you first!"
Ye Jiuming's eyes were venomous.
