At this moment, Zheng Yi silently gathered power, a flash of golden light in his eyes, and suddenly exhaled a breath towards a giant flood dragon speeding down.
This rolling breath emitted a yellow glow, and in the void, a yellow pouch seemingly appeared, as if tied with a silver rope at one end.
Now, as Zheng Yi exhaled this breath, the pouch suddenly inflated, the silver rope untied automatically, and along the yellow pouch, a terrifying gale rampaged, akin to a sandstorm, fiercely striking the Old Dragon's body.
The seemingly ordinary yellow storm caught the Old Dragon off guard, enveloping it directly, causing it to howl in anguish, feeling as if countless blades were tearing through its body.
Bone-chilling soul-draining!
