Shen Luo also recognized Nine-Headed Insect from the roar, and his heart clenched. Without the slightest hesitation, he flew out, appeared beside the formation's light barrier in a flash, and turned his hand over to take out the Restriction-Breaking Formation, beginning to set it up with all his strength.
"Nine-Headed Insect! How is that possible?" Blue light flashed on the Ginkgo Divine Tree, and a tongue the size of a city gate emerged. It was the Ba Serpent, her face also filled with shock.
Shen Luo took in the changes in the Ba Serpent's expression and knew she did not seem to be pretending.
It seems she wasn't the one who drew Nine-Headed Insect here. Then why did he suddenly come? he wondered.
At that moment, on the ground inside the formation, Lianshan lay facedown, seemingly in extreme pain. Yet the cheek pressed against the ground had, at some point, turned so blood-red that it looked ready to drip blood.
A strange, blood-colored rune appeared between Lianshan's brows, flickering softly.
Lianshan was a Blood Flood Dragon, an exceedingly rare member of the Flood Dragon Race. Blood Flood Dragons possessed an innate ability to convert their blood essence into demonic power. Unaware of this, the gray-haired old man had used the Deep-Blue Ghost Needles to seal Lianshan's magic power completely, but had not restrained his blood and vital energy. He could still do something.
"Once my master arrives, every last one of you will die without a place to be buried!" A vicious grin curled Lianshan's lips.
Above the yellow clouds, Shen Luo could not work out the reason either, so he immediately abandoned that pointless train of thought. He continued setting up the Restriction-Breaking Formation with one hand while activating the yellow formation flag with the other, pointing it at