As twilight descended, the last rays of the sun filtered through the dense tree canopy, casting a mottled pattern of shadows.
Leading the way on a chestnut steed, dozens of demon horses thundered in unison toward Qingfeng Mountain.
Shen Yi trailed behind, silently observing the armored figure ahead.
Although he had never intended to hand over the Jiaolong's core, he was still somewhat surprised to have taken it so easily.
Logically speaking, the Demon-suppression Great General had also expended some effort in slaying the Jiaolong…
Well, quite a lot of effort.
Shen Yi felt somewhat helpless, recalling that when he himself had reached Initial Realm Perfection, facing a young Jiaolong and River Demon of the Jade Liquid Realm—both in injured states—he didn't find it particularly difficult to slay them.
He relied on various thoughtfully perfected Jade Liquid superior martial arts and the continuous supply of life essence for breath.
