In Lin Changqing's hands, boundless refining power turned the Flood Dragon's flesh and blood into pure energy.
More of the demon clans' flesh and blood, however, was mixed together with the Dragon Clan's corpses and the ruins. Lin Changqing left it untouched.
Besides, the energy from that flesh and blood would only be an added bonus; it wasn't particularly useful. Naturally, Lin Changqing wouldn't be so greedy.
Leaving behind a swath of demon-clan flesh and blood, Lin Changqing sprang into the air and sped toward the front.
The soul of the Flood Dragon at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm contained plenty of information, including the direction they were headed.
The surrounding ruins flew past. Many members of the demon clans were scattered about, treating their wounds. A streak of blood-light flashed by, and they lost all signs of life.
Lin Changqing raced onward, a trace of blood-red light surging around him. He didn't even stop as he tore one demon after another to shreds.
At last, the sounds of fighting came from ahead. In an instant, Lin Changqing arrived at the battlefield.
Beneath the East Sea, a Crystal Palace lay sprawled. Within it, members of the Dragon Clan channeled their energy, one after another, to protect and sustain a grand formation!
Inside the formation were some young dragons, each only a few hundred zhang long—not even a thousand. At most, they were Mystic Immortals.
Outside the formation, dragons fought in a desperate melee. Some were true dragons, but most had transformed into dragons.
In an instant, Lin Changqing spotted a familiar figure.
A green dragon shadow, more than four thousand zhang long, with golden divine markings glimmering all over its body. Thunder surged around her, tearing through vast stretches of the sea.
Ao Ying!
With her