But just as she moved, a dark shadow attacked, moving so fast that she had no time to react.
Bang!
With a loud bang, Jiao Mengyan felt as if a mountain had crashed into her. The thousand-foot-tall Yuanlan Sacred Jiao was sent flying backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.
When she finally came to her senses and struggled to get up from the ground, the scene before her eyes widened in shock. Fear completely overwhelmed her, and the pressure from her bloodline almost froze her soul.
A majestic Primordial Dragon stood proudly atop the white mist, its sky-covering body gleaming with ancient light, its enormous eyes radiating a dignified yet cold light as it gazed into the distance.
What terrified Jiao Mengyan the most was that the dragon's forelegs, with their two thick and powerful claws, were each gripping two huge sections of an ancient centipede.
The aura emanating from the ancient centipede was all too familiar to her; it was none other than Sharp Fang!
This filled Jiao Mengyan with intense despair. She never imagined that the powerful Liya would be torn in two like this.
Beyond the dragon's gaze, Jiao Mengyan witnessed an even more horrific scene.
The Sweeping Clouds Butterfly, with half of its wings broken, was struggling to flutter its remaining wings, trying to escape this terrible battlefield. But with each flap of its wings, a large amount of scales fell off, making it look shaky and on the verge of falling at any moment.
The exquisite ancient snake, its body mangled and covered in blood, lay curled up on the blood-red ground, its body convulsing. Almost all of its scales had fallen off, revealing large patches of bloody flesh, clearly indicating that it had suffered severe injuries and was on the verge of death.
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