Xuandu waved his hand, and one end of the long golden rope flew into his grasp.
Holding the rope, he dragged the Flame Demon toward the glow of the formation flags, step by step, like an unruly beast.
At first, the Flame Demon struggled and cursed, but the moment Xuandu dragged him within the formation flags' range, his fury turned to utter terror.
He discovered that the great Dao source within his body was draining away at an alarming rate!
His once-vast Devil Dao source was stripped away layer by layer, dissolved, and finally devoured.
The Flame Demon roared, struggled, bellowed, and begged for mercy...!
The Flame Demon's aura plummeted in stages.
Beside the formation flags on the other side, Yellow Dragon naturally sensed what was happening with Xuandu.
When he learned that Xuandu had actually captured a Demon King alive, he froze for a moment, then looked utterly heartsick.
Had he known, he would have drawn out his fight with the Demon Qilin King, kept him occupied, and looked for a chance to trap him.
If he had captured the Demon Qilin King alive and refined his Quasi-Saint source, that would have been another considerable haul.
What a waste!
Now that the Demon Qilin King had escaped and word had reached the depths of the Demon Realm, it was hard to say whether the next Demon King to come knocking would be as easy to handle.
Yellow Dragon sighed inwardly.
Forget it. He's already gone. I'll just have to figure something out when the next Demon King comes knocking.
Even a late-stage Quasi-Saint Demon King would do.
But Yellow Dragon could never have imagined that the next one to come knocking would not be a Demon King, but a Demon Saint.
After Xuandu captured that Quasi-Saint Realm Flame Demon