Ji Yuan's figure flickered, and he instantly appeared where the Black Flood Dragon's spirit had vanished.
Even after sweeping the area again and again with his Divine Sense, he found not the slightest trace.
The Black Flood Dragon's spirit seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Only its body, at the Spirit Transformation Peak Stage, remained. Ji Yuan gathered it up, wasting none of its blood, and held it all suspended in midair.
"Void Escape... That's a rather profound art."
Once he judged that he could not catch it and that it certainly would not dare return to its death, Ji Yuan dismissed his Demon Venerable Black Baleful form.
He resumed Long Chuan's appearance.
Long Yun, who had been hiding far away, sent Ji Yuan a voice transmission first. Only after receiving permission did he turn into a streak of light and fly over.
Seeing Ji Yuan's pale face, he instinctively stepped forward and called out in concern, "Young Master."
"I'm fine. I'll recover in a moment."
As he spoke, Ji Yuan took a flask of Dragon-Flame Blood from Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain and drained it in one gulp. Some color returned to his face.
Ultimately, whether he used Demon Venerable Black Baleful or True Martial Divine Venerable, the greatest drain on him was his blood and vitality.
That was, after all, the Spirit Effect of the [Pigsty].
He raised a hand and took the Black Flood Dragon's Storage Bag, then glanced at the corpse, cut in two. "Take the body back. You and Long Fei can each have a portion. Remove the Demon Core and give it to Tu Yue."
"Yes, Young Master."
Long Yun stepped back half a pace and cupped his hands again.
Ji Yuan gave a nod, put away the Heavenly Flood Dragon Shears, and flickered back