Who Comes There?

Yuchi Yao unleashed every last ounce of blood vitality within him, determined to burn Chuyun Pavilion from top to bottom with this breath of dragonfire and leave no survivors behind.

Though this journey had been fraught with twists and turns, it had ultimately been danger without disaster.

Now that the blood vitality on this mountain was about to fall into his hands, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Once his aura reached its peak, Yuchi Yao abruptly opened his mouth, ready to admire the magnificent sight of Chuyun Pavilion being reduced to ashes by his dragon flames.

Yet, to his astonishment and confusion, he had clearly condensed the blood vitality before breathing it out—only for it to turn into a dud.

Other than the black smoke endlessly pouring from his mouth, there was no trace of blood or fire.

"Why is this happening?"

Yuchi Yao was utterly baffled. His body was perfectly normal, and there had been no mistake in the method he used. By all rights, the spell should not have failed.

Yet when he instinctively swept his body with his Spiritual Sense, he was suddenly struck with horror. The blood vitality he had already gathered into himself was being continuously siphoned away by some unknown force!

"No! How can this be!?"

Amid his shock and disbelief, he followed the direction in which the blood vitality was being drawn away.

One look left Yuchi Yao rooted to the spot.

For high in the sky toward which he looked, an enormous black figure was winding its way through the sea of clouds.

As the shadow drew nearer, the so-called true dragon golden light around Yuchi Yao seemed to have been drenched by a torrential rain, abruptly fading away.

"What... is that?"

Below, the Pavilion Lord of Chuyun Pavilion