On Demon Dragon Island, outside of the island's cave.
With the sound of a dragon chant, a black orb fell from a spatial rift.
Duan Jin, who was idly fishing, blinked and remembered he was still at work.
He rode his Xuan Light Bird towards it, and after seeing that the fallen Contracted Spirit was the 'Night Lion', he casually blew a whistle.
"Shh——"
The crisp whistle echoed far across the ripples of the lake.
"Roar!"
The Corpse Bone Dragon arrived in the blink of an eye, soaring through the fog.
This time, what it spewed wasn't Corpse Qi, but misty Dark Element energy and the 'Revival Fire of Flesh and Blood' filled with vitality.
The charred Night Lion's howl gradually weakened.
It opened its weak eyes and collapsed on the ground, completely at mercy.
"Ye Shan?"
From afar, two more people approached.
One was dressed in black silk golden armor, his long hair fluttered down to his waist and a hint of demon-like charm shone from his handsome face.
