C903 A Fierce Battle
Yu Yuan and Loong Qi, within the cauldron, faced similar fates.
The massive green dragon, a hundred meters in length, writhed on the ground, its scales gushing blood like a fountain, the stench overwhelming.
Yu Yuan, relentlessly swinging his sword sheath and unleashing beams of crimson sword light with the Moonfall Strike, was bathed in blood. Fine, dense wounds tore through his clothes
