The Golden Fire Flood Dragon stood proudly, silently roaring at Yuan Ming, emanating an immense pressure. Just the heat expelled from its nostrils already scorched the air to a boiling point, creating twisted patterns in the air.
Yuan Ming was drenched in sweat, his throat parched, and his eyebrows and hair tips showed slight scorches.
He stared intently at the Golden Fire Flood Dragon, his mind racing.
The power contained within the opponent was too vast; it was impossible to tame it with the Zhu Rong Heart Technique alone. But if he used too strong a method, he feared he might inadvertently extinguish the Fire Python, failing the trial.
Before he could think of an answer, the Golden Fire Flood Dragon had already launched another wave of attack, a golden flame surged forth like a tide, as if to engulf him.
