"Oh?"
Ji Yuan's gaze fell on Ying Ning's face, and he raised a brow.
Yu Qing was dead.
The news was somewhat hard for him to believe.
After all, that Azure-Scaled Poison Flood Dragon had been the first First-Grade Great Demon he had seen after setting foot on the Demon God Continent.
When she had thrust her enormous flood dragon head out from that swath of dark green miasma, speaking in human tongue with awe-inspiring pressure, even a Middle Fifth Tier Frost Wolf like Frostfang could only tuck his tail and play dog before her.
She had even become friends with Ying Ning, the prodigy of the Nine-Tailed Cat Tribe.
Such a calculating Flood Dragon Clan member, with connections spread throughout Demon East, had simply died?
She had died at the hands of a Canglan Ekun with a Second-Grade bloodline, and they had perished together.
Ji Yuan's silence was taken by Ying Ning as shock, so she took the initiative to fill in the rest.
"That bastard Ekun used every last ounce of strength to lock Sister Yu Qing down before he died. His Canglan Ekun true form was already monstrously strong, and after his arms transformed, they clamped tightly around Sister Yu Qing's true form. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free."
"I had transformed and rushed forward as well, but Ekun's Demon Core had already begun to shatter—Brother Dragon, you know it. When a Peak Fifth-Order Great Demon detonates his Demon Core, any Great Demon of the same tier who gets close is dead, let alone when Ekun's cultivation was higher than mine."
As she spoke, she raised a hand and wiped at the corner of her eye.
The motion was exceedingly natural. Her fingertip lightly brushed her eye before quickly falling back down.
"I could