Worm Dragon

Compared to her arrogant bearing from moments ago, Xun Saint was now badly drained.

The blood-wind barrier protecting the demon cocoon had not been damaged by Yao Wan's sword strike and still maintained its most basic operation.

But that was not because the storm she had opened was enough to block that terrifying sea of flame. Rather, Yao Wan had deliberately controlled the destructive range of her sword strike, all for the sake of one move to subdue the enemy.

After all, although her current cultivation was enough for the Scorching Sea sword strike to burn the entire Southernmost Land, if it could destroy neither the demon cocoon nor Xun Saint, then it would naturally be more loss than gain.

And though Xun Saint had survived this calamity, her body had inevitably become somewhat illusory. Clearly, she had suffered a heavy blow.

She looked toward where Yao Wan was with an incomparably gloomy expression, spitting out a mouthful of black blood as she gnashed her teeth.

"An unseen Heavenly Flame... damn it."

Even after surviving that sword strike from Yao Wan, she still felt a surge of fear. If she had not indeed possessed some ability, she would likely have been unable to escape disaster as well.

Even so, however, she had suffered greatly this time. Her strength would be sharply reduced for a short period, and perhaps she might still be able to get away.

But...

Xun Saint's face was dark. She looked at the enormous demon cocoon, which resembled a black sun. Through the strange light it released, Xun Saint could even see the thing inside moving irregularly, like a fetus stirring.

If she left, the demon cocoon would certainly be destroyed.

In that case...

Xun Saint clenched her teeth. Then she released a flash of light clearly