"ROOOAR—"
A dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth, but it did not escape the space concealed by the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Array.
Although the black clouds the Ink Flood Dragon had gathered spanned dozens of miles, if the Eight Trigrams Array could envelop Black Rock Mountain, it could certainly envelop these clouds as well.
The Ink Flood Dragon clearly hadn't expected so many opponents to appear out of nowhere, let alone that they could conjure a powerful array that could trap it in a separate space and seal it off from the world.
"Daluo Palace?" A deep voice rumbled from within the black clouds, causing the very air to tremble. Even as just a sound, it seemed to carry immense and intimidating power.
But Gu Zhao did not answer him. The Three Pristine Ones Bell in his hand never ceased its ringing.
"JINGLE JINGLE—JINGLE JINGLE—"
