Just like that, An Jing had communicated with the Immaculate Wood for two or three quarters of an hour. His head felt like wood, yet he had not received a definite response from the Immaculate Wood—although it seemed to understand, An Jing was not sure.
"At least, when the Half-Dragon Demon Shedding is injured and prepares to return to the Primordial Spirit Cave, you must stop it and prevent it from escaping!"
Now, An Jing had done everything he could...Next, it was time to hunt the Half-Dragon Demon Shedding.
The Primordial Spirit Cave, the next day at noon.
Even though the clouds were dark and no sunlight peeked through, the Sun Flame was counteracting the cold of the Frost Calamity, slightly diminishing the chill between heaven and earth.
The Half-Dragon Demon Shedding had just finished besieging the Immaculate Wood. They were covered in wounds because the counterattacks from the Immaculate Wood had been much heavier than usual throughout the night.
