Even that monster with the dragon's head was baffled by Yan Yu's words and took a moment before speaking:
"You're not afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid of dying," Yan Yu stated righteously, "but as a descendant of the dragon, how could I cower and fawn over the fear of death?
"Hmph, you do have some backbone," the dragon-headed monster said, then reached out to pull the bars apart.
The door and bars, originally seamless, had not budged even when Huang Tingjian had battered at them, yet the dragon-headed monster, using brute strength, forcibly pried them open, revealing a small path for passage.
Yan Yu floated calmly in the water, his Divine Sense having scanned the dragon-headed monster from head to toe.
It was not an insubstantial phantom, but a creature of flesh and blood.
Its physique was excessively robust, presumably a beast of the Long Race bloodline with significant strength, but its brain seemed to be somewhat faulty.
