"Nice work, Ke Mang!"
Lu Li shouted with great satisfaction, generous with appreciation. Those dragons of blood that seemed to possess immense powers had fallen down.
"Thank you, Saint Lord." Ke Mang bowed. "This formation is impressive. If we had not noticed so early and had not prepared, I would not be able to bring it down. Someone of the Feather Race must be a master in formations. Saint Lord, be careful."
"Of course, I understand. You can go into the Wicked Bead now."
Lu Li nodded and let Ke Mang into the Wicked Bead. Turning to the Dragon Demon, Lu Li ordered through spiritual connection, "Tear apart the four devils!"
The Dragon Demon, even though not intelligent, could understand Lu Li's simple orders sent through spiritual connection after this time of cooperation.
"Hoot, hoot!"
The mountain-sized Dragon Demon rushed on. Soon, it reached one of the Feather Race Earth Immortal Realm warriors and swung its paw at him.
"Boom!"
