In the blood-mist-shrouded first level of the dungeon, above the silver sand and beneath the snowflakes, Xiong Jing fled for his life, leaving a lone severed leg behind.
With only three legs left, Xiong Jing looked incapable of fighting again, but his running speed had fallen by only a tenth. At the level of a Demon King, running no longer depended primarily on the limbs, but on powerful internal blood vitality and innate gifts. Outside the Dragon City Ruins, Xiong Jing could have flown freely through the sky even with all four legs severed.
"You win!" Xiong Tang veered between Fang Yun and Xiong Jing, blocking Fang Yun's pursuit.
Tan Hemu breathed a sigh of relief, but pride surfaced on his face. Although he had not wounded Xiong Tang, he had consumed so much of the demon's blood vitality that Xiong Tang could now barely muster any killing intent. Only the most ordinary innate gift, Hardened Armor, protected his body.
Even so, Tan Hemu dared not pursue him. The offensive power Xiong Tang had just displayed was terrifying. Once he broke through the defensive War Poetry, a single attack would decide victory or defeat.
"Void Sage Fang, we won!" Tan Hemu called out.
Seated firmly on his Desert Night Horse, Fang Yun used Tongue Blossoms Thunder to declare, "Xiong Tang, Xiong Jing, if you see Xiong Tu, tell him that I command him to abandon any thought of entering the Main Crime-Suppression Hall. If he dares enter the main hall to seize the Dragon Race's treasures, Xiong Jing will be his example!"
"Fang Yun, just you wait! I will gather all my Demon Race brothers and imprison you in this sunless Crime-Suppressing Hall, never to rise again for all eternity! I will tear your mouth apart and teach you the