Two streaks of sword light suddenly split apart the sea's surface, tearing through the water like white satin.
Ling Yunpo was rapidly ascending when An Zhisu suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him away.
The high-pressure water jet, sharp as a knife and spewing from the chasing Jiaolong's mouth, barely missed scraping Ling Yunpo's scalp.
Even though it missed, Ling Yunpo still sensed the extreme sharpness within the water jet, carrying a terrifying power that seemed capable of tearing everything apart.
If it had hit him, even if he risked exposing the Divine Fire Mantle for protection, it might not withstand a single blow!
The disparity between the Golden Core Realm and the Foundation Establishment Realm felt like an insurmountable chasm of despair.
He had plotted and schemed for so long, only managing to strike the Jiaolong through a sneak attack with the dragon-restraining Polar Thunder, and yet he still had not killed it.