Southern Sky Group
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A greedy mouth broke through the surface of the river. Streams of water flowed down from the hollowed gaps of the lips, creating multiple waterfalls. The humongous pitch-black mouth looked like an entrance to the depths of hell.
"White Dragon," Ji Hanwu said casually.
The air froze instantly as if the world had stopped moving.
Accompanied by a crackling dragon roar, a white aquatic dragon's claws suddenly appeared from the depths of the river. Three dragon claws struck the gigantic mouth and left huge claw marks on it.
Fresh blood burst outward.
Incredible strength tore the gigantic mouth open.
A fog covered the surface of the river, cloaking the river in white mist.
"Again. Every time. There's fog, and we can't see the scene of the battle," the one-eyed general of the Yuzhou military area said with an uninterested expression. He then threw a half-eaten piece of watermelon into the rubbish bin beside him.