"Gurgle, gurgle!"
The purple-black liquid churned violently like a fountain lifting Li Fangyan into the air, gradually condensing into her body, followed by a claw stretching out from the liquid, scratching at the ground as it struggled to climb out with each movement bringing together more of the liquid into its form.
Li Fangyan rode on the back of the flying dragon, her body covered in the black-purple fluid that writhed continuously, connecting the few remaining fragments of her body. She opened her purple-black eyes, filled with venomous hatred, and rasped at Lingling, "You should die!"
No sooner had the word "die" left her mouth, the Poison Fire Flying Dragon opened its large maw, and six purple-black energy spheres rapidly converged in front of it.
Purgatory Explosion!
Shao Zifeng instantly recognized the skill, "Lingling, defense!"
Whoosh!
