The night wind swept across the vast sky. On the bare mountaintop, there was nothing but rocks and gravel.
Her ink-black skirt swayed in the wind, like surging currents beneath the dark of night, its silent ripples concealing a violent undertow.
Seeing the weak Human release her, Xi Zhuo's expression remained calm. She made no move, only gazing quietly at him.
The seal had almost been completely undone...
In truth, even when the seal had been at its strongest, the Human might not have been able to hurt her, relying solely on the natural strength of a Flood Dragon's body!
The strength of Dragon Race blood was nothing an ordinary True Immortal could compare to!
She had deliberately let this Human bring her here this time, not only to save little Princess Yao Yue, but also to teach this ignorant Human who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth a lesson he would never forget!
Yes, tonight would be the end of his life!
Just then, Xi Zhuo saw the Human take out a pale, deathly white cocoon shortly after letting her go.
The cocoon was wrapped in layer upon layer of spider silk. It looked utterly motionless, yet a distinct mortal aura came from within.
Next, the Human wielded the laws and drew countless similar pale cocoons out of that mortal's Dream Realm.
In the blink of an eye, the empty mountaintop was piled high with densely packed cocoons.
The scent of spiders grew overwhelmingly strong, mingled with the smells of countless mortals.
More than ninety thousand mortals...
Xi Zhuo was slightly surprised. This Human certainly had a way with things. She wondered where he had rescued so many mortals from...
Among the myriad races of the Primordial Wilderness, the Human Race was universally regarded as weak, one