The massive Flood Dragon's body was sliced in half at the waist. Blood immediately gushed out like a spring, dyeing the surroundings red.
"Flee!"
From their severed heads, seven small Flood Dragons, each as thick as an arm, flew out. These were their Primordial Spirits.
"Who can escape from me? Divinity Sealing Tower, suppress!"
Ning Jiang snorted. A small tower flew from between his eyebrows. With a fierce pull from its base, an immense Power of Divine Sense, like a hurricane, latched onto the seven Primordial Spirits and sucked them inside.
'After I refine these seven Primordial Spirits, the Divinity Sealing Tower will reach an even higher level.'
Ning Jiang put away his thoughts and looked toward Gu Huaying.
Gu Huaying's battle had also concluded. The seven Flood Dragons were all bound by thorny vines.
