dragon-slaying sword spirit
at the bottom of the ice dragon pond, the cold air was freezing. white corals grew wildly like the best ice jade sculptures, creating a beautiful world of ice.
this kind of cold that could freeze a monarch's body to death was not uncomfortable for the frost demon dragon king, who was compatible with it.
however, as he shuttled through the dazzling coral reefs, he felt an invisible sharp aura that was like a knife that was close to a dragon's scale and was about to pierce into his flesh in the next moment.
" no, you're too weak. it'll be life-threatening if you go any deeper. i'll do it. "
long wuji stood in the ancestral weapon and looked up at the translucent projection screen, adjusting his strategy in time.
through the inheritance of its ancient memories, it was able to find a shortcut among the corals that led directly to the hinterlands and avoid fatal dangers.