The illusory golden dragon was vivid and lifelike. It looked just like the real thing.

Still, Su Yi could tell that this was the manifestation of a drop of a true dragon’s blood essence, not a true living creature.

“Continue.” Su Yi waved to his companions, indicating that they could keep fighting. They looked at each other, and much of their earlier astonishment faded.

They feared that in Su Yi’s eyes, defeating a freshly-ascended Earthly Immortal like Sutra Crane didn’t amount to much!

“Flee!” The white-eyebrowed monk led his companions away. Half of them had fallen already. Add Sutra Crane’s death to the mix, and they were battered and shaken. How could they possibly linger?

But it was then that Lan Suo raised her right hand.

Whoosh!

A streak of silver soared through the air, growing mid-flight. In an instant, it shockingly transformed into a densely-layered current, blocking the gate to the first floor completely.

Lan Suo then...