Thorn vines grew wildly on the ground, relentlessly pursuing the flying dragon in mid-air.
As the flying dragon swished through several vines, oozing a sticky liquid, Lingling, still unhappy from the spanking it got from Shao Zifeng for speaking out of turn, took a stand in front with a Tang sword in hand. Its red eyes flickered beneath the black veil as it raised the sword and viciously chopped down at the dragon's head.
Splurch!
The blade penetrated, and a viscous fluid sprayed in all directions, but Lingling felt like it was cutting into cotton.
The purplish-black liquid quickly flowed, stretching out tendrils like tentacles that tightly wound around the blade.
Lingling tried to pull the sword out, but found it was stuck as if it had grown there, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't be pulled free.
At that moment, the liquid on the dragon's head began to move, and Li Fangyan's pale face slowly surfaced, embedded between its eyes.
