Bloodlight Demon Saint's movements naturally could not be hidden from Lin Fan.
His Primordial Spirit perception was immensely powerful, capable of covering the entirety of Jiaolong Ridge.
Yet Lin Fan did not intervene. Even though Bloodlight Demon Saint possessed the Jiaolong Ancestor's physical body, he was still a Soul Slave under Lin Fan's control.
It seems the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan has made its move.
Among the locations of other divine statues provided by the Primal Divine Statue before, one of them was within the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan.
If I'm not mistaken, the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan's ancestor must have received help from that divine statue.
Bloodlight may not necessarily gain the upper hand.
Lin Fan mused inwardly.
Just as his mind wandered, Ao Mingyue seemed to sense something. Her soft, delicate body soon wound around him.
Before Lin Fan could continue thinking, she flipped over and pressed him beneath her.
Faced with such a scene, Lin Fan could only slowly enjoy himself.
The next day.
Bloodlight Demon Saint returned, but his face had turned somewhat livid.
"Ancestor."
"You are...?"
Ao Jianshen wore a face full of shock.
Several savage wounds had appeared on his ancestor's body, and the once-intact black-gold battle armor had already been shattered beyond recognition. It was clear that he had undergone an unimaginable, terrifying battle the night before.
Bloodlight Demon Saint narrowed his eyes and said heavily, "Nothing serious. They are merely superficial wounds."
"The Cloud Swallowing Python Clan is indeed not simple."
Those two casually spoken sentences moved Ao Jianshen all the more.
If he had guessed correctly, his ancestor must have fought the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan's ancestor last night.
Only a battle at that level could have inflicted such injuries upon his ancestor.
Could it be that even his ancestor