บท 1582: In Desperate Straits! The Price!

The enormous black head was like a piece of burning charcoal now, the scales falling off after the powerful electric current traveled through the Second Son of the Flame Soul. His flesh was charred and smoke surging out of his eyes.

The scene was a little comical. The demon dragon stood there as dumbly as if he was rethinking his life, wondering to himself how exactly he had been burned. The two bolts of lightning had been like divine punishment, smashing into the Second Son's head and making him dizzy. His body was seared and now smelled of roast meat, like an overcooked steak.

It seemed Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha's springboard tactic had displayed a remarkable combat power that had heavily injured the Second Son of the Flame Soul. But in reality, they were now in desperate straits.