"He's gone."
Seeing the Flood Dragon King leave, the tense muscles all over Ning Jiang's body instantly relaxed. The change was like stepping off a high wire and back onto solid ground.
His back was completely soaked with sweat!
It was all an instinctual reaction from his body.
Faced with the Flood Dragon King's killing intent, his mind had been firm and unafraid, but his body couldn't bear it—just as a person feels pain when struck.
Ultimately, the gap between him and the Flood Dragon King was simply too vast. Describing it as the difference between a dragon and an ant would be no exaggeration.
"Ning Jiang, are you alright? I don't know what suddenly came over that Flood Dragon King!"
Just then, Gu Huaying walked over.
Her pretty face was pale, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. When the Flood Dragon King's killing intent had been directed at Ning Jiang, she had been nearby and felt some of it.
