Awooo...!
Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun let out an incomparably startling, miserable howl. For the first time, a light known as fear appeared in his enormous single eye.
The instant he saw purple lightning beginning to gather once more on the Lightning Whip hovering above Ye Zhen's head, Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun disregarded his horrifying injuries. A dark gleam flashed through his single eye, and he vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun was already thirty li away, behind the routed Three-Eyed Demon Race army and near where Yi Tuo and the others of the Sky Wing Legion were stationed.
Golden blood gushed from the massive wound at his waist like a spring, splashing over the Three-Eyed Demon Race legion below.
Even more astonishingly, every drop of that golden blood was like scorching magma. As it fell upon the Three-Eyed Demon Race soldiers, it burned them until they wailed miserably.
The Three-Eyed Demon Race warriors at the World King Realm fared somewhat better, but for those at the Mystic Palace Realm, a single drop of golden blood could melt away a large chunk of flesh and skin.
Some Three-Eyed Demon Race warriors were even melted to death on the spot by Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun's golden blood.
Zhu Hong, whose belly had already flattened again, stared at the blood dripping from Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun's wound with incomparably regretful eyes.
The essence blood of the Devil Race's royal family—essence blood with a temperature comparable to magma—every drop was among the most delicious and precious ingredients in the world.
Not only could it satisfy one's appetite, it could also greatly increase cultivation.
What a pity that it was being wasted for nothing.