In the pitch-black underground space, scorching sulfurous currents kept burrowing into the bloody gash on the Black Dragon's neck. Within minutes, they formed festering sores. These mutated elements, like parasites, continually seeped deeper along its neck, turning the Black Dragon's body into a fermenting furnace, unbearably hot.
More precisely, the farther down one went, the higher the temperature became.
Li Ziran wiped the sweat from his brow and surveyed his surroundings.
The space here was even hotter than outside, like stepping into a giant steamer.
The Corpse Witch was already gathering information from the Black Dragon's surface. All he could see was winding adamantine rock, with dark liquid constantly flowing through the cracks.
It was some kind of rolling magma. It was precisely this stuff that created the extreme heat, and under that heat, the strange elements in the Black Dragon's blood were rapidly decaying.
The situation was terrible. He could see black spots appearing on the heart, like a steamed bun on the verge of rotting.
He was an Organ Master, capable of predicting when organs would fail. At most ten minutes remained before the organs, along with the blood, completely decayed and died.
Li Ziran was anxious. He could only collect the core organs now, cutting out the meridians and blood vessels of the Black Dragon's heart, liver, spleen, and gallbladder. As for the skin and mucous membranes, he had no time for them.
After they were harvested, the Corpse Witch stored everything in Spatial Rings. Compared to that, removing organs was easier. The real difficulty was locating the soul.
The souls of living beings generally resided behind the Spirit World at the core of the brain matter. That was a living being's most secret place, yet Li Ziran had already scanned it and found nothing.
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