"Ah!"
The gray-robed old man's expression changed wildly. Only then did he snap out of his greed, wishing he could slap himself. He had actually let profit cloud his mind and gone to provoke a late-stage transformed Demon Race member.
Wasn't this just eating until he was stuffed and then looking for death?
But regret came too late. The Fire Flood Dragon King turned his head, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
His figure blurred, then actually vanished from where he stood without a trace.
Needless to say, it was the Earth-Shrinking Technique.
Though it was not as good as teleportation, it had already touched the first mysteries of spatial divine abilities.
The gray-robed old man was horrified and hurriedly spat out a mouthful of essence blood. It flashed in the wind and transformed into a layer of blood-colored light curtain, wrapping around his body.
The next moment, the Fire Flood Dragon King had already closed in. He raised his right hand, and as light flickered, it had already changed into the sharp claw of a flood dragon.
He swung it down viciously toward the front!
A sound like brocade cloth being torn entered the ear. The defense the old man had laid down at the cost of using his Life Essence was as if made of paper.
The demon claw thrust in, blood sprayed, and a large hole appeared in the old man's chest.
What was even more terrifying was that he did not even have time to let his Nascent Soul escape before the Fire Flood Dragon King used demon power to imprison it tightly.
"Fellow Daoist..."
The Nascent Soul's little face was filled with terror, as if it wanted to open its mouth and beg for mercy. However, how could the Fire Flood