Boom!
Golden divine light pierced the void. A massive seal came crashing down, crushing the runic light covering the Ink Flood Dragon's body and slamming it into the mountainside. Dragon blood splattered everywhere.
The entire cavern trembled, on the verge of collapsing. Shattered rocks rained down, sending wave after wave rippling across the cold pool.
Shi Lan moved in close behind her Primordial Spirit's golden body. The Crimson Crow War Halberd dropped from the air, shrinking rapidly until she reached out and caught it.
Boom!
A snowy-white halberd gleam plunged down like a river of stars, cleaving straight through the air. In the blink of an eye, Shi Lan had severed the dragon's head. Dragon blood, carrying violent waves of energy, surged like a raging river and dyed the cold pool red.
Shi Lan was extremely sensitive to the bloodlines of the Demon Race, and immediately sensed something amiss.
This dragon's strength far surpassed that of the many beasts she had slain earlier, yet its bloodline power was impure, and its runes held little mystery. It shouldn't have been this powerful.
"This dragon must have undergone a tremendous transformation. There may be a rare treasure here."
Shi Lan's gaze shifted slightly. She stowed the dragon's corpse, recalled her Primordial Spirit's golden body to protect herself, and plunged into the water, swimming downward like a fish.
The pool water was unbearably cold, the chill biting to the bone. An ordinary Myriad Manifestations Realm martial artist without a spirit treasure to protect them couldn't stay long; their flesh would freeze and crack.
The cold pool looked utterly ordinary, yet its depths were unfathomable.
Shi Lan dived tens of thousands of feet. The water around her grew ever colder. Even with her Primordial Spirit's golden body protecting her, she had to circulate her