This is not over yet!
Crack...
Roar!
The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed through the heavens and earth. The Black Flood Dragon, in pain, opened its mouth toward Xia Hong and let out a violent roar. From its mouth, a thick column of black fog crazily spewed out, extending instantly three or four hundred meters.
"What the hell is this!"
Xia Hong's expression changed dramatically. Thinking of the claw marks emitting black gas from Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui, he realized that this black fog was definitely problematic. He dared not be careless and swiftly dodged to the left.
Whew...
However, what happened next was astonishing.
The black fog column spewed from the Black Flood Dragon's mouth quickly solidified into a tangible entity in no time, resembling a black sword more than three hundred meters long.
There was a reason to call it a sword.
