The battle was over!
In the form of a catastrophic loss for Hundred Demons Palace.
The marketplace, above all, had been utterly destroyed.
Dragonblood Pangolin's final strike had not merely blasted through the chains within—it had directly destroyed the central structure.
Thus, the instant it escaped, the marketplace collapsed completely, just as expected.
Not only did the marketplace above collapse, but the Black Prison below did as well.
Fortunately, the Nine Li clansmen were largely unharmed.
The moment Dragonblood Pangolin appeared, Black Prison swiftly discovered what was happening and directly transferred its people away.
While Dragonblood Pangolin fought the old demons of Hundred Demons Palace, the people inside Black Prison had already been taken to the Four Peaks of Hundred Demons, avoiding the attacks.
In other words, aside from the marketplace itself, casualties were minimal.
Only a few unlucky souls who happened to stand in Dragonblood Pangolin's path had been crushed into minced flesh.
Faced with such an outcome, the hundred peak masters of Hundred Demons Palace were, without doubt, smoking from all seven orifices, so furious their eyes nearly spat fire.
They had been just a tiny bit away—truly, just a tiny bit away!
Who could have imagined that, when faced with their siege, the thing had still been hiding two whole trump cards?
Dragon Horn Light Blast and Extreme Cold Roar.
In other words, not only had the thing awakened its dragon bloodline, it had even acquired dragon arts.
The degree of that awakening was far from low. Naturally, that also meant it was worth even more.
At that thought, the old demons nearly coughed up blood.
The battle was over, their losses were so great, and naturally the old demons of Hundred Demons Palace were unwilling to accept it. They immediately launched an investigation.
Where had it