This scene, witnessed by the fishermen below, made their hearts tremble even more, as if there were two immortal beings fighting above their heads.
"Immortal, protect us, Immortal, protect us..."
"I have elderly above and young below, have never done anything evil in my life, I plead for the Immortal's wisdom!"
Low murmurs of prayer resounded on the fishing boats, trembling voices one after another.
High above in the sky, Li Heng took a deep breath, and a high-pitched flood dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the wine gourd. Immediately, the gourd in his hand swelled against the wind, and the layer of dull dirt on it was suddenly shed.
A brilliant light burst forth from beneath the dirt, lighting up each of the arcane inscriptions in a dazzling splendor, among which seven and a half inscriptions transformed into an extraordinary white flood dragon emerging from the river, and the white light fell into Li Heng's hand.
