The Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon didn't move, its large bucket-sized pupils flashing with a strange light after quickly displaying its innate divine techniques, overlooking Lu Ping as if looking down at an ant.
Lu Ping furrowed his brow slightly, silently retreating to distance himself from the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon.
The Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon frantically manipulated its demonic power, causing the surrounding winds and clouds to stir. Large swaths of reeds were either snapped or swayed close to the ground, even flying into the sky.
Reeds filled the sky, with dust swirling all around.
Amidst the demon wind, the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon, with its silver-white horn, suddenly charged towards Lu Ping's direction.
Swish!
A white beam of light surged from the horn of the Flood Dragon, shooting straight at Lu Ping, as wide as a person at its thickness.
The speed of the beam was incredibly fast, and Lu Ping had already prepared, quickly dodging to the side.
