chapter 261 The dragon sucks water, at a critical moment!

Maximus Woolf was unaware of the shock from the outside world.
At this time, he was sinking to the bottom of the Han River, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The spiritual energy around his body turned into protective qi, isolating himself from the external fluctuations so as not to delay his cultivation.
Above his head.
The originally small ball of fire of luck had now expanded to the size of a casserole.
Luck is ethereal and cannot be cultivated.
But since...