The Demonic Blood

In midair, Ling Xian landed holding onto the Cauldron. The Cauldron of Mountains and Rivers completely suppressed all life and ended Xue Wu Nie's last ray of hope.

This had suffocated him mentally. So he had lost. He couldn't believe he didn't even have the strength to take Ling Xian with him.

"Ah!"

Xue Wu Nie shouted continuously as powerful energy roared out of him in an attempt to break the seal of the Cauldron of Rivers and Mountains.

If this was before, with his capability, he should be able to get rid of the Cauldron. But right now, he has weakened greatly and Ling Xian was stronger than before. Naturally, he couldn't break the seal.

"Stop struggling. I have been watching for your demonic immortal bone."

Ling Xian glared at Xue Wu Nie and sighed in relief silently.