The Flying Dragon Race Is Finished

When Li Xinghe returned, Sang Xue finally revealed a faint smile, and the terrifying aura around her vanished.

The Flying Dragon Race Chief could finally speak. "Where is my race's ancestor? What did you do to him?"

Li Xinghe glanced at him. This fellow had barely been able to struggle beneath his hand earlier, but now, Li Xinghe could handle him however he pleased.

Although he had only cultivated one hundred Great Daos, their quality completely crushed this flying dragon's.

"Want to see him? I'll send you there!" Li Xinghe raised his hand and drew him into the Demon God Tower.

Having long since lost all strength under Sang Xue's suppression, the fellow was suppressed by the Demon God Tower without the slightest resistance.

However, Li Xinghe had no time to deal with him now. He was merely at the Great Dao Late Stage; there would be plenty more like him in the Demon God Tower later.

Subduing the Flying Dragon Race Ancestor was only the beginning.

"The Flying Dragon Race is finished." Quite a few demonic beasts watched the battle from the distant void.

Some belonged to the Demon God Hall, while others were lackeys of those top great clans.

With both the Flying Dragon Race Ancestor and the chief gone, there was naturally no suspense left in this battle.

"What exactly happened? A Great Dao Peak expert vanished without even making a sound?"

"And that woman suppressed the Flying Dragon Race Chief so effortlessly. He's at the Great Dao Late Stage!"

The Flying Dragon Race was considered one of the strongest factions in the Third Domain.

Even without the Flying Dragon Race Ancestor, the Flying Dragon Race Chief was still one of the Third Domain's foremost experts. Yet now, he did not even have the ability to resist.