The traces of the Earth Vein fire were not as horrifying as one might imagine, especially when reaching the Earth Vein Fire Pistil. Looking at the red radiance blossoming from the flowing active liquid, there was even a sense of peaceful sanctity.
"Go on, you go play with that Malevolent Water Dragon. I'll look around here," Zhu Minglang said to the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.
The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon naturally had no interest in the fiery red liquid. Elemental fire had nothing to do with it. No matter how extraordinary or mystical, the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon couldn't be less interested. When it came to the color red, all it cared about was blood!
The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon wasn't too resentful this time; after all, Zhu Minglang had indeed found it a delectable treat.
