Zhao Fu's figure turned illusory.
At the same time, the aura on his body was skyrocketing madly.
The Yin Qi between Heaven and Earth was crazily converging onto his body.
Zhao Fu wiped the blood off the longsword in his hand.
True Essence poured into Yu Lin's body, rapidly helping him heal his injuries.
At the same instant, Zhao Fu's aura broke through its bottleneck.
The overcast clouds in the sky pushed aside the Demon Cloud.
The Cold Flood Dragon rapidly transformed into human form.
With boundless shock and uncertainty, he stared at the illusory white-clothed figure before him.
At the same time, he reached out in terror as if trying to grab something.
"Netherworld, Netherworld Power, no."
"You're not of the Demon Race, just who are you!"
The wound on the Cold Flood Dragon King's abdomen healed at great speed.
The trace of Sword Intent remaining on the wound made his heart tremble.
Zhao Fu lowered his gaze, confirming that Yu Lin was fine.
