Black Demonic Flood Dragon

Su Shi'er was in the air, dividing his attention between two tasks.

On one hand, he controlled the puppet body's movements.

On the other, his true body sat with his eyes closed, healing his wounds. Within him, the healing pills dissolved, their medicinal power flowing ceaselessly through his body, restoring his injuries as much as possible.

The damage to his foundation was severe. No matter what kind of pill he used, its effects were greatly diminished, and his injuries could not be fully healed at all.

But in this dangerous place, every bit of recovery meant an extra measure of safety.

For that reason, even if it meant wasting some pills, it was worth it.

The puppet body moved at astonishing speed. In no more than a quarter of an hour, it had carried Su Shi'er over a hundred miles away.

Along the way, countless mountains, rivers, plants, and trees sprawled across the land. Nourished by Demonic Qi, all the vegetation had turned incomparably gray and dim, exuding an eerie, sinister aura.

Yet from time to time, amid the dense forests, he could vaguely make out broken tiles and ruined walls. These were traces of the ancestors who had lived here thousands of years ago.

The scenery along the way made Su Shi'er feel that seas had turned into mulberry fields, and the affairs of the world changed with unsettling ease.

"After all these years, I wonder how many traces of Little Stone Village remain now..."

"If I ever have the chance to return to Cangshan, I must go back and see it!!!"

Su Shi'er's emotions stirred, and for a moment, his heart was filled with deep fellow feeling.

Just then, black mist suddenly churned in the sky. A terrifying pressure descended from above, bringing both the puppet body and