The Flowing Flame vanished, and cracks appeared on the golden barrier, seemingly at risk of breaking at any moment.
"Fellow Daoist, please come to my aid!"
Master Cangming frowned deeply and immediately looked up, speaking to the Ink-Colored Flood Dragon above the Celestial Vault.
This Old Flood Dragon, ever since entering the array, had been roaming within the celestial rain curtain, silent and unknowing of his thoughts.
Master Cangming now truly found himself unable to hold on, forcing him to ask for help.
"It's not that I don't wish to help you, but I am at a crucial stage of my cultivation. Helping you all in slaying Master Guzhai already exhausted me. Only by absorbing this endless rainwater can I maintain my cultivation without decline."
A sonorous voice sounded from above the clouds, as a massive dragon head lowered through the rain curtain, speaking helplessly.
