Blood Light scattered through the air as rotten flesh and shattered bones fell from the sky. They were all the Dharma Body essence of a generation's Dragon Lord; not only were they not foul, they instead flowed with strange Radiance.
Dead!
In an instant, every gaze fixed upon the battlefield revealed intense shock. Heaven and earth around them fell utterly silent; no one even dared circulate their Divine Thought.
Yet Patriarch Tingyou, the instigator of it all, furrowed his brow. The hand that had covered the sky slowly dispersed, turning once more into a vast, chaotic Circular Light suspended behind his head. He then rubbed his fingers together, a flicker of surprise appearing in his eyes. "The feeling was wrong. Something escaped."
"What kind of method was that?"
As soon as the words fell, the Wisdom Light in Patriarch Tingyou's eyes began to turn. It seemed to have grasped some clue, yet it was too vague to truly make out.
There were few things under Heaven that he could not understand. And for someone to snatch a person from his grasp without anyone knowing, there could only be a disparity in status.
Rumble.
The next second, deep, powerful thunder sounded within the Grotto-Heaven. Dark clouds gathered where the sky rolled overhead, followed by a fine, drizzling rain.
Then, amid the torrential downpour, a pitch-black dragon shadow darted through dark clouds, carrying fierce fury. Under the will to revive, the scattered flesh and blood rapidly gathered again, transforming into countless crimson rays that returned to the dragon's body. Before long, the Cang River Dragon Lord's figure once more coiled across the Vault Sky.
"Phew... I knew it wasn't over yet!"
"If the Cang River Dragon Lord were so easy to kill, how would the Overseas Demon Race have the courage to