"Why beat around the bush when you could just speak plainly? Now I have to resort to some methods."
Long Yan recalled his Vermilion Bird True Fire and Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Thunder Flame, glaring at Black Dragon.
Then, he kept the Corpse-Blood War Demon inside the Azure Dragon Ring before proceeding to the altar.
"It takes another drop of essence blood."
After taking a deep breath, Long Yan forced out a drop of essence blood from his fingertips. The Vermilion Bird True Fire appeared once more, and the essence blood was cast into it. Concurrently, he hurled the Vermilion Bird True Fire into the altar.
"Why is there no response?"
The Vermilion Bird True Fire had already enveloped the entire altar, but there was still no movement.
Just as Long Yan was doubting if Black Dragon was deliberately deceiving him, the Vermilion Bird True Fire on the altar abruptly contracted. An attraction force enveloped him and pulled him, disappearing in an instant.
