South of Great Xia, within the Demon Kingdom's territory.
As the Martial Saint's spirit manifestation pointed a finger, white light burst forth and sank into the flood dragon's forehead.
Humm-
Boom-
First came a low hum, followed by an explosive roar.
Dazzling white light erupted from the flood dragon's eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils, and even through the gaps between his scales.
In just a single breath.
The brilliant light vanished.
The rearing evil flood dragon seemed to lose all support and slowly toppled downward.
Rumble-
As he crashed heavily to the ground, the earth shook and loose stones fell.
His tail slammed back into the ink-black pool, sending towering waves crashing and roaring.
His head now lay limply upon the jagged heap of bones. The light in his scarlet slit pupils had faded completely, and no trace of life remained.
The hazy white light around the Martial Saint's spirit manifestation flowed as before. He slowly withdrew his finger, as though he had merely brushed away some dust.
Just then.
Before Jiang Ning and the others could recover from the shock of the evil flood dragon's death, ripples like those on water suddenly spread through the space above the cold pool.
An aura far more ancient and majestic than the evil flood dragon's spread from deep within the void. The rock walls throughout the Dragon-Burial Abyss trembled and hummed in response.
"Mo Chen, it has been a long time."
The deep voice was not loud, yet it resounded directly through their souls and minds, reverberating within their bodies.
Demon King Black Feather's expression changed drastically. He immediately fell to his knees and prostrated himself, not daring even to raise his head.
Among the Demon Race, strength reigned supreme, and the hierarchy of bloodline and power was exceptionally strict.
Bai Li