The Ironclad Fierce Crocodile, a magical beast that lived through who knows how many epochs, could survive in the demon god's Crown Tomb, which was certainly no ordinary feat. Even though it was now gasping for air, breathing more out than in, it still couldn't help but be stunned for quite a while, its voice very low, no longer sharp and forceful, "Are you saying, submit?"
"Exactly!"
Not wanting Yan Ye to expend more energy, Beiting Huang stepped forward. She gave Yan Ye a look, and Yan Ye wrapped around her body before eventually returning to the Soul Realm inside Beiting Huang's chest.
Upon seeing this, both the Ferocious Crocodile and the denizens of the Dark Demon World were utterly dumbfounded, not understanding what was happening.
Only the Blue Bird, which had been perching on a big tree by the lake, was staring at Beiting Huang's chest and murmuring, "How is this possible? How is this possible? Why does it have the aura of my master?"
