Dragon blood stained the ground within the city.
The once-peaceful clan territory was now saturated with a thick, pungent stench of blood.
Mangled Black Demon Flood Dragon bodies lay strewn across the ground. Some had been severed at the waist, their internal organs spilling out; others had had their heads brutally twisted off, their dragon eyes wide open in death, unable to rest in peace, their enlarged pupils brimming with unwillingness and despair.
More gruesome still, several young Black Demon Flood Dragon corpses had been nailed to the rock walls. Strange black qi pierced through their flesh, like twisted demonic worms still draining their remaining blood qi.
Heaven and earth were deathly silent.
A black flood dragon lay in a pool of blood. Its once-savage, winding body had been cut in two at the waist, leaving only half its body to linger on its last breath.
The Black Demon Jiaolong Ancestor panted violently, staring fixedly at the black demonic shadow ahead.
Black demonic qi swirled, revealing a graceful female figure.
She had a lovely face, willow-leaf brows like drifting smoke, a delicate jade nose, and plump red lips. Yet her skin was deathly pale—white as though it had been soaked in corpse water. Beneath that pallid flesh, one could clearly see "things" struggling and twisting.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that they were one horrifying face after another, seemingly roaring and howling.
Most terrifying of all was her lower body. Her originally straight, slender legs had become covered in a layer of cold stone.
With death drawing near, the Black Demon Jiaolong Ancestor became remarkably calm. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I once saw you from afar—the White Immortal Ancestor of the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Fox Clan."
"But I do not understand. Why has