Even Huang Xiaolong's roar was of no use.
Now, after being swallowed by that damn Seventh Princess, Huang Xiaolong truly understood what it meant to "cry to heavens without response, plead to the earth in vain"... It really fulfilled that cliché line from movies... "Go ahead and scream, even if you shout until your throat breaks, it's useless."
After shouting for a while, Huang Xiaolong gradually calmed down.
After all, being the Yin Emperor, it was impossible for him to sit and await death or to close his eyes and wait to die.
His body was wrapped in mana and divine light, forming a protective membrane resembling an eggshell.
He sat up.
All around him was the terrifying stomach acid of the giant dragon, fizzling away eating at Huang Xiaolong's defenses.
He felt as though he had been isolated in a very special world.
He took out a flying sword and looked at it; the spiritual essence of the flying sword was barely a tenth of what it had been.