The blood-colored spear radiance left the spear, becoming a crescent-shaped arc of blood that swept across several thousand zhang in an instant and caught up with the Ghost Flood Dragon.
The blood arc sliced soundlessly into the middle of its body.
The Ghost Flood Dragon abruptly froze in mid-roll.
It lowered its head with difficulty and looked at its body.
A thin line of blood appeared below its neck, circling its waist.
The next instant-
"Riiip!"
The enormous, three-hundred-zhang-long body was severed cleanly in two along that line of blood!
The cut was smooth as a mirror.
In an instant, a torrential rain of blood poured from the sky, mingled with fragments of internal organs.
As the power of Blood Path Rules shredded it from within, the light in the two enormous slit pupils of its severed head rapidly dimmed, then went out completely.
Boom!
The two halves of the corpse crashed into the sea, sending towering waves surging skyward.
Only a few dozen breaths had passed between Qing Chen's appearance and the Ghost Flood Dragon's death.
Between sea and sky, the thunderclouds had yet to disperse, and the storm still raged.
But the suffocating pressure of that Mid-Fourth Tier greater demon had vanished without a trace.
Only the black-robed figure remained standing in midair, his spear pointing diagonally toward the sea as a drop of purplish-black flood dragon blood slowly slid off its tip.
Though this greater demon possessed little intelligence, even Wei Ting would only have been able to suppress it slightly had he come.
Without wasting any time, Qing Chen swiftly raised his hand and beckoned, linking the power of Blood Path Rules to the power of Heaven and Earth.
Blood mist spread over a hundred li, blotting out the sky and sun and sealing every escape