The Kunlun Mountain Range erupted again with gusts of wild winds.
Blowing from all directions, the winds swept in, carrying nameless grasses and wildflowers from afar, the cool dew of morning, and the pristine white snow, bringing a refreshing scent like returning to the embrace of a mother, pouring into the body of the Dragon God.
With such a magnificent surge of Spiritual Energy, the wounds on the Divine Dragon's body rapidly healed at a rate visible to the naked eye; except for the fallen scales that could not quickly regenerate, those bloodstained wounds were visibly getting better.
Daoist Changchun, looking at the Spirit Sword that was faintly echoing in the wind in front of him and then at Qi Lingzi, who had gathered a full embrace of Spiritual Power, the two tacitly nodded at each other and immediately sprang into action!
