In the eastern mountains, the Dragonbone Divine Ship hovered in mid-air, with water vapor rising all around.
The Black Flood Dragon and Yaksha, two Demon Marshals, revealed their true forms. One transformed into a hundred-meter-long black flood dragon, with a howling cold wind, breathing clouds and mist, while the other wielded a steel fork, conjuring a myriad of water waves from thin air, gradually extinguishing the mountain fire.
After all, it was no small disaster, Zhang Kui couldn't care less, so he ordered the two to help put out the mountain fire.
On the deck of the Dragonbone Ship, Fatty Tiger shook his head, looking with interest at Helian Wei, "This girl, your cultivation is average, but you're quite talented at commanding battles."
Helian Wei hurriedly bowed respectfully, "Please don't blame me, my lord, the situation was urgent just now, I was only helping out."
"So insincere."
