The Black-robed Cultivator let out a cold laugh as his black long whip suddenly surged three zhang in length. The tip of the whip was wreathed in gloomy blue Nether Flames, scorching the air with a sizzling sound and instantly corroding bottomless gullies into the stone walls.
At that critical juncture, the grey-robed Cultivator appeared behind Hu Yuan like a ghost, the short blade in his hand flashing with an eerie green toxic light.
"Watch out!" Long Xianxiong roared like thunder, the golden dragon breath spewing from his mouth resembling a torrent capable of splitting heaven and earth, sending ripples through the space wherever it passed. The grey-robed Cultivator let out a shrill scream as his clothing was completely incinerated by the dragon breath, revealing skin covered in horrifying scars, while the air filled with the pungent smell of burning flesh.
Chapter 371