Inside the Sect Master's dojo in Galaxy City.
The black dragon's enormous corpse lay across the ground, its hundred-thousand-foot body coiled like a mountain of flesh.
Fang Mo stood before the black dragon's corpse.
With a dragon's roar, the Ancestral Dragon appeared behind him and bellowed.
The Ancestral Dragon had grown incredibly dim, seemingly even weaker than Fang Mo, but excitement shone in his eyes as he opened his enormous jaws and began to devour.
Whoosh! A fierce wind swirled through the air. Vast quantities of blood essence were drawn out of the black dragon's corpse and swallowed into his maw. As the immense energy poured in, waves of restorative energy radiated from Fang Mo's body. The blood within him seemed to flow anew, sounding like a rushing river.
His aura rose rapidly, color returned to his pale face, and his withered meridians filled out again.
This was what gave Fang Mo his confidence. If they truly pressed him too hard, he would forcibly devour these mutant beasts to suppress Lie Jiuyou and the others. However, he did not want to reveal too much, so he had chosen to use the last bit of energy stored in the Overlord Body Battle Pattern Record.
Fortunately, Red Crane had lost, and those factions were not united.
Everyone wanted the benefits, but few were willing to stake their lives on them. That was what had allowed him to use Red Crane to establish his might and withdraw at leisure. If Lie Jiuyou and the others knew, they would probably cough up blood.
He refined the vast blood essence, condensing it into true dragon blood and pure energy to replenish what he had consumed.
A short while later, he had drained the black dragon's blood essence dry. His aura had almost returned to its