In reality, before this, Tiyangkai and the Flamewing Dragons had already realized that the crystal cluster had lost the ability to resist and started feasting.
Of course, they still did their best to keep a safe distance from each other. The Tiyangkai patriarchs had even spread their tentacles, ready to cover their young ones if a fight broke out.
The largest dragon in the group—the male who was also Bessifleur's ally—hovered near the midpoint. That was an obvious show of force, too.
All in all, the two species weren't exactly in a predator-and-prey relationship. With a feast like the crystal cluster before them, the chances of a battle were indeed slim.
Yu Lian had to admit that all animals with social instincts could still earn humanity's goodwill.
He slowly dropped back onto Bessifleur's back, breathing a little heavily as he gave a small wave. A ball of light drifted toward his palm.
It looked like a miniature psychic Variator. There seemed to be a half-dead magic eye concealed inside it, along with a mass of ever-shifting, mistlike psionic currents.
But the moment it settled into Yu Lian's hand, it solidified, and all its eerie shifts of light came to a halt.
There was no doubt about it: this was the remnant trait left behind by the Void Lord's death, a supremely rare material, more numinous and of a higher order of mystery than even the finest null element.
But before he could examine its properties, a faint, familiar red glow quietly appeared in the stretch of void ahead, the one that had just been "purified."
Yu Lian sighed, his face full of distaste.
The red glow didn't coalesce into a gemstone, of course. Instead, it sketched out a human silhouette.
Yu Lian rolled his eyes in disgust and vigorously brushed