The power of the dragon was overwhelming. A single strike was enough to cause terrifying destruction. Jiang Tian dodged just in time, cold sweat drenching his body; had that blow connected, he would have been torn to shreds in an instant.
At that moment, Taizhen brandished the Blazing Fire Sword. The blade seemed to transform into a ball of flame, emitting a crimson radiance as he charged at the dragon with lightning speed, aiming straight for its flank. Yet, before he could get close, the dragon spun around, its massive body whipping up a violent gale. Caught in the wind, Taizhen lost his footing; he quickly channeled his true qi and retreated rapidly.
A fierce battle erupted in the sky. Everyone avoided using their finishing moves, instead circling the dragon and dancing around it. Every fighter shared the same unspoken thought: conserve strength. Once the dragon was dead, there would be a brutal scramble for the spoils. Saving energy now meant securing the greatest benefits later.
Chapter 892