On a fairly large island, a battle of immense intensity was currently raging. Xuan Ming’s companions were locked in combat with thousands of forms manifested from Taiyi Heavy Water. A single drop of Taiyi Heavy Water weighs a hundred thousand jin, and all the forms it took—whether monster beasts or humanoid shapes—were incredibly difficult to deal with, plunging the group into a desperate struggle.
Xuan Ming, however, did not participate. He stood proudly in mid-air, observing everything with his customary calm, as if the battle below had nothing to do with him—even though these people were fighting for his sake to help him acquire the Taiyi Heavy Water. Though they had been coerced, not one of them dared to slacken. The entire island was left riddled with holes by the aftermath of their fighting.
Just as the island seemed on the verge of sinking into the sea, Xuan Ming, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally moved. His gaze sharpened, suddenly locking onto a seemingly weak, pitch-black dragon formed from water.
Chapter 575