The Flood Dragon's massive body moved as quickly as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of the Water Devil. It opened its mouth to release a deep blue stream of Profound Ice.
"Roar!"
The Water Devil snarled, madly stirring its Mana, gathering it into its pincers before smashing it forward viciously.
Craack—
The stream of Profound Ice emitted a crisp cracking sound, seemingly blocked by the strike, but in reality, its pincers were coated with broken ice, the terrifying cold air already penetrating its body.
"It has some strength."
With a thought, Li Zhirui injected a fraction of his Spiritual Soul into the body of the Flood Dragon.
At that instant, the Flood Dragon seemed to come alive, no longer merely a shell of a Divine Power imitation, but possessing its own 'consciousness' and aura.
