In the void, Jie Cang staggered back again and again, his once-powerful body splitting apart without cease.
The power of heavenly condemnation had erased his chance at transformation, while the indelible wounds upon his Dao were even harder to suppress. Having just endured the terrifying attacks of two peak Demon Saints in succession, the last breath sustaining him was finally exhausted.
Yet as they watched the Dark Dragon Clan's Ancient Ancestor, Jie Cang, on the verge of his lamp running dry and his oil running out, Bai Wushuang and Chang Feng did not continue their assault.
The two exchanged a glance, each seeing deep wariness in the other's eyes.
This old monster had endured world-destroying heavenly condemnation without immediately falling, and had even forced the two of them into desperate straits moments ago. Even with only his last half-breath remaining, if he truly went all out, he might still take one of them down with him.
Sensing their thoughts, Jie Cang gave a contemptuous smile. "Had this Ancestor been given a little more time, fools like you might not have had today's opportunity."
After saying that, he looked down at the utterly chaotic Dragon City and suddenly sighed.
Then, beneath their watchful eyes, his body abruptly collapsed and exploded. Streams of essence blood and the power of laws sprayed in every direction.
The Ancient Ancestor of the Dark Dragon Clan, hailed as the strongest of all, perished on the spot just like that!
Overjoyed, the two swiftly acted, gathering the essence blood and law power left behind by the Dark Ancient Ancestor, Jie Cang. If they could refine the cultivation imprints Jie Cang had left within them, they might break their shackles and take that final step.
But the scattered essence blood and fluctuations of law power poured over the