Although Fang Qinlong had a paramour named Zhou Ziting whose strength was not weak either, her foundation clearly could not be compared to Fang Qinlong's. Now that even Fang Qinlong had only his primordial spirit left to flee in a pathetic panic, that Zhou Ziting was not worth worrying about either.
He rather needed to be on guard against the other few Golden Immortal-grade powerhouses in this Dragon-Gleam Rosy Clouds region, as well as the Ice Shadow Clan that had been lurking behind the scenes; up until now, still not enough of their powerhouses had appeared.
"Dragon Lord, this blood pool and the large number of black lotuses still need to be dealt with, otherwise once we leave this place before long, that Fang Qinlong will inevitably turn back and make a comeback," Black Dragon suggested.
If Fang Qinlong really managed to catch his breath, the ones suffering afterwards would still be those Celestial Immortal-grade dragons who inadvertently strayed into this place.
Lu Xiaotian nodded, extending a hand to wave as patches of Nirvana Holy Flame poured out. In the time of a brief moment, the turbid worldly blood pool and the remaining black lotuses were burned into nothingness under the scorching heat of the Nirvana Holy Flame.
"Bastards! You damned dragons, I am irreconcilable with you!" Fang Qinlong's primordial spirit, having already escaped for a certain distance, once again felt a wave of weakness; the complete disappearance of the turbid worldly blood pool and those black lotuses caused Fang Qinlong's primordial spirit to feel a piercing pain, and even though he could not see the situation over there, he could judge the general situation through his own sensing.
Fang Qinlong knew that he would never be able to return; the painstaking effort accumulated over so many years of turtling