The blood-red river was powerful enough to melt even the blood essence of the Undying Underworld Phoenix, let alone burn the nascent soul of a beast at the third rank early stage.
That tiny speck of blood-red power was merely far weaker than the blood-red river. With its opponent burning nascent-soul flame to resist it, it would take some time.
Besides, Li Yan had added a little seasoning to the Demon-Sealing Nail: Zhili poison!
Thus, Li Yan was not paying any attention to the Wind Goose Beast at all. Instead, his thoughts had turned to the Qiongqi Purgatory Art.
If this Great Elder also cultivated a movement technique like Phoenix Soaring, Yan San would find it almost impossible to last half an hour against him. He would simply batter him until he burst.
But that thought only flashed through his mind. Phoenix Soaring was an innate divine ability of the Undying Underworld Phoenix, one of the finest divine abilities in the world. How could it be easy to obtain?
At least, Li Yan had yet to see anyone of the same cultivation stage who was faster than him.
If he had more Melting Bamboo Shoots on hand and could keep consuming them, he was confident that this movement technique alone would let him shake off even a great cultivator at the nascent soul late stage.
For now, that was only a fantasy. For an ordinary cultivator to obtain even a few drops of a rare treasure of heaven and earth like the Melting Bamboo Shoot, who knew how many sticks of incense they would have to burn in prayer?
Li Yan drove out a punch. Seeing that Li Yan had actually put away that terrifying magical treasure and chosen to fight him at close quarters, a vicious gleam flashed through