For a moment, Zheng Yi's cold laughter, like the chilling omen of death, echoed in the old dragon's ears before he even had a chance to speak again.
The flood dragon, surrounded by countless Resentful Souls and being devoured, let out its final wail.
"No!"
No matter how tough and powerful the body was, it could not withstand the assault of the storm-like Resentful Souls. The flesh was directly consumed, leaving only the Dragon Soul on the verge of a cataclysm, yet it was once more drawn back into the gourd.
"Come on then! Let's die together!"
Zheng Yi's somewhat frenzied gaze fixed upon his opponent, as he raised his right hand high and pressed it downward. In the sky, the Five-Colored Mountain burst forth with unprecedented radiance, and the Five Finger Mountain rapidly expanded, its weight instantly more than doubling.
