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The triangular eyes of the Ink Flood Dragon emitted electric sparks, with two jade-green long horns glowing brightly on its forehead.
In the center of the two long horns, a flying knife was embedded.
The flying knife was inserted halfway into the Ink Flood Dragon's forehead, vibrating incessantly, its cold light flickering, as if it was still drilling further in.
The scales on the Ink Flood Dragon's body shimmered with a dark luster, as if it could shield the sky; its massive body seemed ready to dive down at any moment.
Xiao Ruoling and Shen Hanyue suddenly felt a shiver all over, as though they were frozen, unable to move.
This was an oppressive force originating from the bloodline, uncontrollable.
Chu Zhiyuan soared up like an arrow leaving the string, shooting towards the Ink Flood Dragon.
