Lost Soul?

At that moment, Gongsun Haoyue also came over. When she saw Ming Yan's corpse, she was startled as well.

After all, even the corpse of someone in the Grandmaster Realm could not possibly look like this right after death.

She had, after all, seen Duan Hongyuan's corpse too.

"Husband, is this the corpse of that Saint Realm powerhouse from the Nether Race?" Gongsun Haoyue asked doubtfully, pointing at Ming Yan's corpse.

Jiang Liu nodded. He struck out with Frost Nether Palm, completely destroying Ming Yan's corpse, which had already lost its soul.

None of the Nether Race's things could be used by the martial artists of the continent, and they could easily become contaminated with Dark Primal Qi as well.

So they could forget about finding anything on him.

If they left him here, it would only bring endless trouble in the future.

After dealing with everything on Ming Yan's body, Jiang Liu inspected the formation once more. Only after confirming that there were no problems did he fly toward the place where the Fire Dragon had fallen.

So much time had already passed, yet the Fire Dragon still had not gotten up. Jiang Liu guessed that its condition was probably quite poor.

When Jiang Liu arrived above where the Fire Dragon had fallen, he saw it lying on the ground, letting out low, mournful growls. It looked utterly miserable.

A huge gash had appeared on its neck. Dark Primal Qi coiled around the wound, and a great deal of blood flowed from it.

Jiang Liu descended and carefully began examining the Fire Dragon's injuries.

Fortunately, its neck had not been completely severed. After resting for a while, it should recover. For now, he had to stop the bleeding.

Jiang Liu circulated the Saintly Sky Art. A stream of primal