Ling Dongwei stared fixedly at the divine flood dragon's corpse and muttered, "An illusion? There shouldn't possibly be anything wrong with the divine flood dragon's corpse."
As he spoke, he slowly turned back and looked again toward the vortex...
Yet he immediately spun around and headed back toward the divine flood dragon's corpse. "No, I have to inspect it thoroughly. The divine flood dragon's corpse and its remaining soul are what the Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor values most. There absolutely cannot be any mistake."
Though it was only the slightest concern, if something had gone wrong, the Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor would kill people.
"It's fine if the Blood Silence Fierce Python and the Overlord Seal Giant Elephant have problems for now."
"But the War Emperor Divine Flood Dragon was an existence infinitely close to a Heavenly Emperor. I was personally responsible for it. Nothing can go wrong."
As Ling Dongwei spoke, he could only keep rushing back, leaping over one massive boulder after another.
On the sea en route to the Crescent Moon Wasteland, the three days Luo Guangmang and Ling Zhisui had agreed upon had arrived.
Luo Guangmang and Ling Mi'er were still around seven days away from the Crescent Moon Wasteland.
At this moment, they were extraordinarily tense. They did not know how Sikong Jing's restraint of Ling Dongwei was going, whether Ling Zhisui had managed to contact Ling Dongwei, or whether they could proceed with the next step.
Just then...
Luo Guangmang suddenly picked up the communication jade and said calmly, "Ling Zhisui, is Ling Dongwei still inside Evil Crescent River? I told you, our Young Master Jianxing would surely drag him to death in there."
"Perhaps Ling Dongwei has already died in Evil Crescent River, taken out by our Young Master Jianxing using the