Amidst this sudden turn of events, the air aboard the warship seemed to freeze, every person's heartbeat fluctuating wildly with the dazzling light and energy ripples. Bixin's expression changed abruptly; she quickly turned and gazed at the approaching shadows in the distance—the fleet of the Flood Dragon Clan from the Gloomy Abyss, like ghosts in the night, silently surrounding these waters.
"Not good, the Flood Dragon Clan has really come!" Bixin said in a deep voice, a flash of resolute determination crossing her eyes. "They must have learned the news about the Dragon Pearl and the Thunderstorm Black Flood Dragon, and are attempting to disrupt our plan."
"Haofeng, go hold them off. This is the critical moment for the Thunderstorm Black Flood Dragon to transform into a dragon, and we cannot afford any mistakes," Bixin commanded decisively. Her voice, though soft, revealed an unquestionable majesty.
Chapter 97