"Was that the suppression of realms? Was that the Dragon Soul of a seventh-layer Quasi-Saint? Terrifying."
Ye Lin's eyes were filled with wariness, his face still pale with lingering fear.
Before a powerhouse of that level, it was as if his Primordial Spirit had temporarily given up thinking, while his body had completely slipped beyond his control.
It was as though he had died in advance.
When faced with such an existence, escaping was nothing more than a luxury.
"This fellow is truly terrifying."
Ye Lin was like this, and Zhang Ling'er beside him was not much better off.
It took her a long while before she finally came back to her senses.
This was a powerhouse—a true, peak powerhouse.
Once the Dragon Soul had been taken away, the terrifying yin energy in the seawater actually began to recede bit by bit.
The seawater itself also gradually became clear.
Ye Lin did not remain idle. He continued deeper into the Falling Dragon Grotto.
His current goal was to find the evil dragon's corpse and retrieve the Dragon Ball from within it.
This Dragon Ball would surely allow him to break into the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm in one stroke.
Seeing Ye Lin continue onward, Zhang Ling'er followed closely behind.
The immense yin energy was rapidly fading, and she could no longer feel the previous chill.
Her whole body was gradually regaining its vigor.
Even without the protection of the Nine Nether Prison Flame, she could endure it now.
With no Dragon Soul and no living creatures, Ye Lin moved extremely quickly, because nothing stood in his way.
Moreover, his divine sense could spread rapidly outward.
"Found it."
Delight flashed across Ye Lin's face.
Ahead lay an enormous dragon body stretching hundreds of millions of zhang. It