Deep beneath the magma, nine crimson orbs stood side by side.
At the center of each orb floated a drop of ancient blood essence, as hot as molten lava. It seemed to harbor a coiled Flame Dragon, and a fearsome aura capable of scorching the heavens and earth faintly emanated from within.
Mu Chen understood. These must be the Ancient Flame Dragon's blood essence, transformed into nine Flame Dragons. He immediately reached out and pulled the nearest crimson orb toward him.
"Roar!"
An ancient, furious dragon's roar rang out from deep within the orb.
The Ancient Flame Dragon had been an Earth Sovereign. Even in death, it was not entirely vanquished.
Though it had been dead for tens of thousands of years, a wisp of its will remained in its blood essence. Sensing an unfamiliar lifeform's intrusion, it immediately released its dragon might, trying to intimidate the intruder.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a shriek like a ghost's wail spread across the bottom of the Daluo Flame Pool.
The formless Nether Heart Demon Lightning used Thunder Sound to defeat its enemies, attacking the Spirit Soul directly. In an instant, it drove the lingering wisp of will from the depths of the blood essence.
Even the other eight crimson orbs seemed to have encountered their natural nemesis. They shrank into a corner, radiating an indistinct sense of fear.
Mu Chen wanted to take two with one grab. He reached out again, trying to scoop them all up at once.
"Boy, don't get too greedy."
"If you take all the Flame Dragon blood essence, how will the Nine-Nine Flame Dragon Array in the Daluo Flame Pool be set up? The Daluo Heaven Army won't be able to hold its commander selection either."
Just then, a gentle force descended and domineeringly carried him back to the