Clatter! Clatter!!
Accompanied by the sound of contraction, the chains emitted hazy Spirit Light.
A miserable, muffled cry came from within the ball of chains.
In an instant, the sound vanished!
Within the mass of metal chains, there was no longer the slightest aura, nor the faintest trace of soul presence.
Then, Cheng Buzheng waved a hand.
The ball of metal chains was like a giant serpent coiled up in sleep!
At that moment, it seemed to awaken. Like a Flood Dragon emerging into the world, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it flew toward Cheng Buzheng.
Only a heap of minced flesh remained where it had been, tumbling down from the air.
The next moment, golden flames blazed fiercely!
A streak of spiritual light flew from the golden fire, shooting straight into Cheng Buzheng's palm.
That lump of flesh swiftly followed the old man's corpse.
Everything was incinerated into nothingness in midair.
Once again, he had made a tiny, insignificant contribution to environmental protection in the Jin Kingdom.
Afterward, once Cheng Buzheng had tidied up the battlefield, Mystic Light flashed beneath his feet, and his figure vanished from the spot.
Only one trace remained, one he had no time to deal with.
It was the chaotic traces of Spirit Energy in the air, as though recounting just how fierce the battle that had taken place here had been.
Elsewhere, within a Stone Cave in that deep mountain Canyon, the white-haired Old Daoist's incarnation coldly glanced at the scene within the Light Screen before him.
Within the purple light barrier covering the Canyon, nine incomparably enormous thunderclouds floated in the positions of the Nine Palaces. Within each thundercloud wreathed in lightning, a purple Flood Dragon coiled.
Without exception, every one of those purple Flood Dragons stared coldly