The Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon had roamed the Jinghai for thousands of years.
In its eyes, all living things were merely food to fill its belly, no different from fish and shrimp. And these insignificant Golden Core Cultivators dared to underestimate it. As its six eyes narrowed, it swung its massive tail, smashing it down into the sea.
WHOOSH—
Amidst the unimaginable roar of the surf, a colossal wave, thousands of feet high, rose behind it in an instant, surging toward the island reef as if to blot out the sky.
This small island, a hundred li in circumference, was like a bonsai in a mortal's hands to the beast.
And the few people on the island were no more than ants in that pot.
BOOM!
The colossal wave surged, cresting high enough to touch the heavens.
As it crashed down, it transformed into a herd of powerful Divine Horses.
