Xu Kun no longer had the strength to peel away this seal-like suppressive object, but he knew full well how important Uncle Yang's operation was this time!
Using the blood of a hundred saints to open the Aura of Luck passage—if they could unseal this little Aura of Luck Gold Dragon, the Human Race's luck would surely rise to another level. If they missed this chance, who knew how long they would have to wait for the next one!
So even though Uncle Yang could no longer sustain the passage's opening, Xu Kun still did not want to give up.
But when even moving was difficult, how could he peel this book away?
The answer was that before the Myriad Races Bestiary, this book used to suppress the Yellow River's Aura of Luck Gold Dragon was nothing but a little brother!
After being slapped by the Myriad Races Bestiary, the book at the dragon's head began to whimper as though it had suffered an enormous grievance, then turned to leave.
But in his daze, Xu Kun seemed to hear the Myriad Races Bestiary's voice again.
"Did I say you could leave?"
The book, which had turned into a streak of light and was about to vanish, froze in midair. It bobbed up and down, looking utterly aggrieved.
Even the sword and axe that had originally fallen toward the land of Huaxia returned, trembling as they looked at the Myriad Races Bestiary.
They looked like they were awaiting judgment from some great boss.
The Myriad Races Bestiary returned to Xu Kun and claimed credit. "The Lord, I've dealt with them. They'll behave from now on. You can use them as you see fit."
Huh?!
Even Yang Jian, the instigator behind all this, was dumbfounded by the sight.
As the book, axe,