The arrays both above and below ground pulsed in unison, then pulsed once more before swiftly returning to their original state. The violent, pent-up energy, having nowhere to vent, surged wildly along the dragon veins of Long Xing, rapidly melting the ice in the waterways.
It was no longer possible. The Great Dragon King looked back in despair as the flood dragon, riding the crest of the waves, lunged straight toward him.
There is no greater despair than a dead heart. His entire life of cultivation had been plotted against by those closest to him; he was ready to accept his fate.
Chapter 35