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Ryu leaned over, picking the Dragonling up by his neck. He looked at him for a moment.

This sort of injury would instantly be fatal to any mortal, but a Dao Lord had far more vitality than just this.

Of course, this wasn't because Ryu wanted to spare him. Instead, it was because he wanted to complete a live refinement.

As he had said… was there a better place in the world to build his corpse puppet army?

He had no intentions of using them for this battle, but very soon, he just might need them.

He could smell something over the horizon.

A sneer curled Ryu's lip and a swirl of dark space swallowed up the near-corpse in his hand, sealing it away in his Inner World. At the same time, he took the opportunity to pull the Fate that the Dragonling had gathered into himself.

Normally, he would need to kill to do this. But with Ryu's level of control… he could just take it in the case of the target being too weak or too out of it to fight back.