Long Yuan's right foreclaw, torn open by the Primordial Magnetism Annihilation Blood Thunder, was still trailing white smoke.
Blood-red lightning scars spread from his claw tips to the meridians around his wrist bones. A section of the demonic power connecting his demonic power to his dragon claw had been forcibly severed, leaving him in extreme discomfort.
He stared fixedly at the Primordial Magnetism Cauldron, a true chill rising in his heart for the first time.
Great Jin's Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan lived up to its reputation. He recalled his royal father's words: he was to search the Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds for the remains shed by a Dragon Lord of the Flood Dragon race, but under no circumstances was he to approach the Heavenly Devil Tower.
Aside from the Iron Household, every household could slightly activate the might of its revered cauldron within the forbidden grounds.
Had Qing Chen not possessed such shallow reserves, having merely piled up magic power equivalent to an ordinary Nascent Soul peak cultivator through body and dharma dual cultivation, without the matching thousand years of comprehension of rules, Long Yuan would likely have suffered more than an injured dragon claw. It would have been utterly crippled.
Qing Chen was hardly comfortable either.
That strike had drained more than half the true essence in his body. Three of his Four Brahma Apertures felt faintly parched, like deep wells scorched by raging flames.
The little Nascent Soul in his sea of qi was pale-faced. Sitting cross-legged on the Demon Lotus Platform, it pressed both hands firmly against the Thunder Seal, barely preventing the Primordial Magnetism backlash inside him from spreading further.
Using his Demon Seed Divine Sense to drive the "True Explanation of Yang Spirit Dharma Control" had also consumed a considerable amount of its power, and