'Those damn humans are as cunning as ever! To think Ye Lan is actually a member of the Daqian Royal Family. I have to get this news back to my clan.
Otherwise, who knows how many of my clansmen will fall victim to their treachery in the future.'
Aao Peak plunged into the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, fleeing frantically.
A faint, dark light materialized around his jet-black scales, warding off the corrosive power of the Spirit-Eroding Spirit Weak Water.
'Ye Lan is definitely waiting for me on the shore. I'll just lie low and avoid him for now.'
With that thought, Aao Peak fled even farther.
The moment his Demon Flood Dragon true form entered the water, the jagged stump of his severed tail stopped bleeding, and the wound even began to slowly heal.
Just then, a majestic voice suddenly thundered in Aao Peak's ears.
In a daze, Aao Peak thought he saw the phantom of a hundred-zhang-long, blood-red Flood Dragon coiled on the seabed before him.
