The Evil Flood Dragon realized that Lin Bai had no intention of sparing his life and was preparing to use his final measure, fighting Lin Bai to the death.
Of course, Lin Bai had also seen through the Evil Flood Dragon's scheme.
If an ancient powerhouse of the Nine Tribulation Dao Realm was determined to fight to the death, Lin Bai was not sure whether he could withstand him.
Moreover, they were in such a dangerous place. If he and the Evil Flood Dragon both suffered severe injuries, it would be no good for Lin Bai.
Thus, Lin Bai hurriedly changed his tone, saying that he would command the Evil Flood Dragon for a hundred years before granting him his freedom.
This was naturally only a delaying tactic. In truth, Lin Bai was unwilling to fight the Evil Flood Dragon to the death here.
If he could subdue this Evil Flood Dragon, it would benefit Lin Bai far more than killing him.
Using the Sword Soul to activate the martial soul of that Heaven Swallowing Race member was a method that could only be used once. It would also work only when the opponent had relaxed and let down his guard. If the enemy disregarded everything and immediately fought to the death, it would undoubtedly be a devastating blow to Lin Bai.
"Command me for a hundred years..."
The Evil Flood Dragon's eyes widened, his expression turning one of utter terror.
He had awakened from a near-death state, and his remaining lifespan was already short. At most, he could vaguely expect to live another hundred years.
Could the final years of my life truly be spent as a slave and servant beneath Lin Bai?
"What? Unwilling? Then go die!" A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Bai's eyes as his devouring