The Flood Dragon was barely fighting for half a quarter of an hour before being completely overwhelmed by the Old Clam, spewing water and collapsing like a dead snake as it was flung away.
Lu Chengfeng's legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, an unbelievable situation for someone with True Immortal strength.
Fortunately, the Great Sun Primordial Spirit absorbed essence Qi from all directions, making his body feel like it was soaking in a hot spring, quickly replenishing the energy he had just expended.
Lu Chengfeng's face darkened. This was merely a clash of physical bodies. If it was Primordial Spirit Dual Cultivation, he feared he would be utterly consumed, not even leaving a trace.
"My Sect Leader..." Despite kneeling on the ground, Yi Hongchen's demeanor and tone were elevated, mocking, "You are really not up to it!"
Lu Chengfeng's face turned green. Never before had he been so humiliated before a woman, beaten so miserably, utterly defeated.
