As the Cyan Flood Dragon revealed its true form, Chu Lin swiftly dodged to the side. He must seize the opportunity to enter its mouth; facing it head-on would be the most foolish action, one he was not about to take.
"You insignificant human, taste my Cyan Flame Wave! This experience will be etched in your memory for life." The Cyan Spirit Flood Dragon spat out words that were somewhat unclear.
This voice was rather crude, vastly different from the melodious voice it had assumed earlier. If the Silver Bell voice had truly originated from its mouth, it would have been hard to believe.
Suddenly, its gigantic jaws opened, releasing a massive cyan light. Even though Chu Lin was quite a distance away, he could sense the intense energy fluctuations. One could only imagine the consequences if this attack struck.
