Wasn't its dragon blood supposed to cure all poisons? And with a body that huge, how could that tiny bit of poison from Bai Ruozhu torment it this badly?
"It should be the restriction here that's torturing it, draining its strength." Jiang Yichun's expression was grim. He was afraid the white dragon wouldn't last until he found the Dragon Ball, and he feared that even if the white dragon died, the Curse wouldn't disappear, leaving them with no solution at all.
"Why did you come back? Get out of here, I might lose control!" the white dragon roared in pain.
Bai Ruozhu's heart stirred. This white dragon looked fierce and terribly arrogant, but at least, deep down, it cared about others, or it wouldn't be worried about losing control and hurting them.
"We don't know how to get out of here," Jiang Yichun said.
