"Spare me!"
"Spare me, spare me!"
"Spare my life!"
In a corner of an underground river cavern, a human-head-sized eyeball shouted repeatedly.
It even split off two tiny shadow hands and held them high to show its surrender.
Boom!
Black and silver mist spread through the cavern as an enormous dragon head, as tall as a three- or four-story building, silently emerged.
Two dragon whiskers beneath its jaw drifted slowly. Its scarlet eyes blazed with ghostly green flames as it stared silently at Eyeless.
Eyeless felt a surge of joy and immediately tried to ingratiate itself. "I have an art called the Blood Scripture."
"As long as you spare my life, I'll offer it to you with both hands. With it, you can directly attain the Primordial Spirit."
"Eternal life and vision will come easily!"
"I'm not lying to you. Lan Zhang beyond the mountain is proof enough."
"Look..."
Roar!
The floating Candle Dragon Dharma Image suddenly lunged forward. Amid a brief, muffled scream, the human-head-sized eyeball vanished into the Candle Dragon's mouth in an instant.
Hmph!
Even at death's door, it still tried to deceive me.
Did it really think I didn't know how sinister the Blood Scripture was?
What use would I have for a secret tome that would almost certainly drive me mad?
The enormous Candle Dragon body twisted and slowly floated into the air.
Chen Mu stood beside the ferocious dragon head, exerting the True Hearing Supernatural Ability to its fullest.
Only after ensuring that not a single fragment of the Shadow Monster remained did he finally let out a long breath.
Whoosh!
Black and silver mist swirled, and the massive Candle Dragon Dharma Body vanished without a trace.
Chen Mu glanced around the pitch-black underground river cavern. Green light flashed over his body, and he