Driven by an invisible force, the woman's graceful body descended onto a stone platform.
"Sure enough, it's the scent of the True Dragon Bloodline—and it's far purer than mine was back then."
"After waiting so long, I've finally waited for a suitable opportunity."
"As long as I devour you, I can completely break free of these shackles and once again look down upon this world!"
A shrill voice rang out, like two pieces of metal grinding against each other—piercing and unpleasant.
In the deepest darkness, several iron chains as thick as fists were drawn taut. Where the chains converged, a ferocious shadow could vaguely be seen.
Judging from its outline, the shadow was exceedingly bizarre. Several sharp claws, like suction cups, clung tightly to the bottom of the water.
Its enormous head was covered in black horns, sharp as divine swords.
It studied Ao Mingyue with scarlet eyes, its gaze carrying an unconcealable heat and greed, as though it were looking at prey it had set its heart on.
The iron chains shook violently, producing the sound of metal colliding.
A frigid, sinister aura bore down on her.
Like tentacles, the cold air gently brushed across her snow-white skin, making the unconscious woman's delicate body tremble.
Her exquisite features, her figure, her straight and slender form, made the woman look all the more...
Heavy breathing sounded out as the thick chains tightened further, and the outline in the darkness drew closer and closer.
At that moment, the unconscious woman suddenly opened her eyes.
A phantom jiaolong abruptly appeared and, with an earth-shaking roar, charged fiercely toward the outline in the darkness.
Ao Mingyue had actually awakened some time ago. She had only been waiting for the right moment to strike.
She attacked with all her strength. The phantom jiaolong tore