The Dark Sword Qi slowly dissipated. Just then, ripples suddenly appeared in the air. A pitch-black spear wreathed in four-colored light abruptly pierced into the White Flood Dragon's neck. In an instant, a torrent of blood dyed the lake's surface red!
"ROAR!!"
The White Flood Dragon threw its head back and roared, terrifying shockwaves erupting from its body. The waves swept outwards in all directions like a raging tsunami, throwing Qin Ya dozens of yards back!
"Damned human, to sneak attack me!"
Qin Ya's brow furrowed as he looked at the blood that had only stained half his spear's length. He was shocked by the Flood Dragon's physical resilience; the Defense Power of its scales was comparable to a Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact, and its flesh was so tough that foreign objects struggled to penetrate deep.
"Brother Qin! It's Brother Qin!"
