Swoosh swoosh!
"The ball" broke through the air up and down.
The Old Toad leapt energetically, kicking with both legs and suddenly jumping out of the wooden building. Its shadow shifted across the surface of the Huai River, spinning in the air like a top more than a dozen times before roundly smashing into the Great Marsh.
Splash!
The Little Shen Dragon blocked the splashing water and was about to take a look when a fiery red feather poked out of the water, almost entering its nostril. It hurriedly retreated and wrapped itself around Long Eying's forearm.
Upon hearing the prophecy of great fortune, Long Binglin, who was observing the divination, was even more excited than Liang Qu himself, stepping forward to help the Old Toad up.
"Frog Elder, is the counterattack on the Dragon Palace truly a great fortune?"
For decades wandering outside, the Dragon people have long suffered like the distressed Flood Dragon!
