Jiang Chen said that, but his hands did not slow down in the slightest.
He stepped forward and first drove the Purple Sky Dragon Spear forcefully into the neck of the Sub-Dragon corpse.
The spear pierced flesh with a muffled "squelch."
Dark-red dragon blood trickled down the shaft, frantically absorbed by the dragon-patterned reliefs on it. The purple-gold light grew brighter and brighter, and the surface of the shaft even began to grow slightly hot.
"It was a hundred-and-twenty-thousand-year-old Sub-Dragon, after all. I can't afford to waste any of its essence."
Jiang Chen muttered before sitting cross-legged beside the Sub-Dragon's enormous head.
The blood-red Soul Ring hovered before him, radiating an ancient and ferocious aura.
Just approaching it, he could feel a violent will rushing toward him.
It was as if a crazed, roaring dragon were shrieking inside his mind.
Jiang Chen closed his eyes, circulated his Soul Power, and began drawing in the Soul Ring.
The instant the Soul Ring touched his body—
"Boom!"
A surge of energy, violent to the extreme, flooded into his body like a breached dam.
That power was mixed with the Deep Sea Drake's anger, unwillingness, hatred, and remnants of its savage will.
It was like a crazed beast rampaging through his body, trying to tear apart his meridians and devour his consciousness.
"Hiss!"
Jiang Chen sucked in a cold breath. The veins on his forehead bulged violently, and his entire face flushed crimson.
He could feel that energy striking every meridian in his body.
Each impact felt as if someone were smashing his bones with a heavy hammer, the pain forcing his teeth tightly together.
"Damn... A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring really isn't easy to endure..."
Gritting his teeth, he activated the Creation Green Lotus Art and guided the violent energy slowly along his