If the robe on his body didn't have those few tears, and the ancient gray monk's robes he wore weren't stained with large patches of blood, he might still appear as a very "Enlightened Monk."
"Then let's do it."
Lu Wenwu grinned and sat cross-legged on the spot.
"Return within the first defense line, guard for an hour for me. I need to adjust, and your states also need to recover in rotation."
The Old Flood Dragon said nothing, transforming into the True Dragon Body, and directly carried Lu Wenwu onto his back, ready to turn back, but stumbled suddenly, his body sinking down.
He almost got crushed flat by a terrifying force, instantly mobilizing all his Demon Power for support and barely managed to stand, taking difficult steps towards the first defense line.
It wasn't a physical weight but an immense oppression on the soul.
He turned to look at the source of the pressure, involuntarily drawing a cold breath.
It's the Dragon Mansion!
