The gravity of the situation lay in the fact that the flood dragon had been cultivating for centuries, if not millennia, in the spiritual essence-rich waters of this subterranean river. Its strength was surely formidable. Moreover, since they were in its domain, Chen Feiyu knew he could only manifest about ninety percent of his own power. In a clash of strengths where his own would wane and the dragon's would wax, he stood a high chance of losing if he truly had to fight.
His only remaining hope lay in the medicinal formula; it was his one-in-a-million chance.
Chen Feiyu cast a glance at the formula in his hand, feeling a slight sense of relief, before continuing his descent.
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