The long spear struck like a dragon, flipping the flood dragon over and sending it plunging into the lake in a flurry of splashes. Fù Kāng immediately threw himself into the fight, pinning the creature down with all his might to prevent it from turning the tables. Seeing this, Fán Jìchūn quickly drew his sword and rushed forward, launching a ferocious barrage of stabs against the flood dragon. His blade shattered many of its scales and exposed raw flesh, yet this inflicted no substantive damage. The flood dragon remained as vigorous as ever, seemingly completely unfazed.
Yet the crisis was far from over. A vortex formed in the middle of the lake, rapidly swallowing up the elite soldiers of the Fán family and the city guards, dragging them down into the depths. Suddenly mustering its strength, the flood dragon snapped up Fù Kāng in a single bite and plunged deep into the lakebed. Fán Jìchūn was too slow to react; by the time he looked around, nearly everyone else had been swallowed by the lake water, and the surface temporarily returned to a calm state. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Fán Jìchūn fled desperately toward the shore.
On the bank, Lěng Yè, Wèidémàn (Weidmann), and Zhìhuì were observing everything unfold. Weidmann stood up anxiously and lamented, "This is bad! Everyone has been dragged into the lake! We're really in trouble now—there's no way we can fight this flood dragon!"
Chapter 1077