The Mist Flood Dragon's enormous body plummeted from the clouds.
At that instant, the eerie blood shadows in the surrounding void swarmed toward the dragon's corpse like flies scenting blood. They burrowed into its body through the opening cut by the flying sword, greedily devouring its flesh and blood.
The process was incredibly swift. By the time the Mist Flood Dragon's corpse finally hit the ground, nothing remained but a weightless hide stripped of all its luster.
The blood shadows had devoured every scrap of flesh, blood, and spiritual vitality in the dragon's corpse!
Without the Mist Flood Dragon's control, the mist naturally dispersed. Xu Guike did not hurry to leave, however. His eyes remained closed as he quietly savored this state of using his sword as his eyes to survey the world.
"Hiss, hiss~"
Countless streaks of gray sword qi materialized within a hundred-zhang radius around him, seemingly about to form a domain of swords!
Just now, he had infused this insight into his sword and slain a fourth-tier middle-stage flood dragon with a single strike.
Xu Guike could sense that if he fully mastered this power, he might wield strength beyond imagination.
"Whew~"
After contemplating it for a while, he stopped of his own accord.
There was not enough time for him to slowly explore this insight. He still had to kill Yu Shuangchi-the chief culprit behind centuries of demonic calamity in the Western Wasteland, who had indirectly killed all his friends and family!
Whoosh!
He glanced at the dull gray dragon hide on the ground, then sprang into the air and followed his senses toward Yu Shuangchi's place of secluded cultivation.
This time, no one could stop him.
A little earlier.
In the outer region, the Blood Flood Dragon had revealed its dragon form and was maneuvering