For some reason, the fish-dragon had already flown out of the cave. All it needed was one more burst of force to dart deep into the clouds and mist, yet at that moment, its long body suddenly shuddered, and a piercing shriek burst forth.
This was the first time Yu Ci had heard the fish-dragon make a sound. He had always thought the monster lacked any organs for vocalization. In the darkness, Yu Ci vaguely saw its body swell by a full circle, much like when it had devoured that black qi serpent. Perhaps this was how it produced sound.
The shrill sound waves stabbed at his eardrums. Amid its cry, the fish-dragon did not continue fleeing. Instead, it twisted around to face Yu Ci from afar, once again exposing its scarlet mouth.
Remembering how it had devoured Monk Zheng De's soul not long ago, Yu Ci gave a short laugh. "Trying to devour my soul?"
Though he did not know whether the Heart-Pulling Horn in his mouth would work against this move of the fish-dragon's, for Yu Ci, this was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. He immediately pounced without hesitation.
The air around the fish-dragon had already begun flowing strangely. Even amid the gale, its path was exceptionally clear.
The distance between Yu Ci and the fish-dragon rapidly shrank. Because of this, he even had the illusion that the fish-dragon was using that incomprehensibly immense suction force to draw his entire body in.
But at that moment, the fish-dragon suddenly went stupid.
It was unclear what problem it had encountered. Its mouth remained wide open, yet it had completely lost the power it had shown before to churn the atmosphere. It even forgot to dodge. Yu Ci grabbed it by the head and neck, his five fingers closing together. In one