So the Corpse Flood Dragon was this powerful. No wonder everyone had been so shocked when it appeared. Moreover, this Corpse Flood Dragon was somewhat different from other Demon Beasts—there was a strange red bead on its head that had drawn countless stares.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Six figures burst from the lake bottom, lunging at the Corpse Flood Dragon.
The longer a Corpse Flood Dragon lived, the smaller it became. No one knew how long this one had been alive, and
Those who had rushed into the lake were all outstanding young prodigies from some of the Nether Domain's greatest families. They were extremely confident in their own strength, so they showed no fear when facing the Corpse Flood Dragon.
Boom boom boom!
The six of them clashed with the Corpse Flood Dragon in a furious melee. The rest of the onlookers were itching to join in, ready to swarm the creature and seize the red bead on its head.
Looking at that red bead, Nie Li felt a slight stir in his heart. He wasn't entirely sure what the thing was, but one thing was certain—judging by the power fluctuations emanating from the bead, it was definitely something extraordinary.
"Nie Li, what exactly is that red bead?"
"I don't know either," Nie Li said, shaking his head.
A flicker of surprise crossed Ye Ziyun's eyes. Even Nie Li didn't know the origin or purpose of this bead? In her mind, Nie Li was practically omniscient.
Seeing the look on her face, Nie Li naturally knew what she was thinking. He spread his hands and gave a bitter smile. Of course he wasn't omniscient. In this world alone, there were far too many things he didn't know.
Just then, the Corpse Flood Dragon suddenly threw its head back and roared, spraying water balls from its mouth in every direction. They shot outward, exploding one after another, sending people flying in every direction. Some of the liquid splashed onto bystanders, instantly sizzling with white smoke as it corroded their skin.
"Ah!" Those struck by the water balls let out piercing screams.
One of the water balls hurtled toward where Nie Li and Ye Ziyun stood.
"Watch out!" Nie Li shouted. He tackled Ye Ziyun out of the way and, with his left hand, crushed a Guardian Godstone.
Boom!
The water ball exploded where they had been standing moments before, blasting the ground into a cratered mess. Water splashed against the shield and flowed slowly down its surface.
If that water ball had struck the shield directly, the terrifying liquid would have corroded straight through it. But since only a small amount had reached it, the shield managed to hold.
Nie Li and Ye Ziyun both tumbled into a nearby pit. A faint, delicate fragrance drifted over. Nie Li felt his hands press against something soft and, without thinking, gave it a gentle squeeze. A round, supple sensation passed through his palms.
The scent from Ye Ziyun's hair was intoxicating.
Ye Ziyun hadn't even registered what was happening—dazed from the impact, with Nie Li's body pressing down on hers, the closeness made it hard to breathe. Feeling the strange sensation against her chest, her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
"You… get off me!"
She had once thought that only by giving herself to him could she repay Nie Li for saving her father. But when the moment actually came, she was terrified. This intimate contact—feeling Nie Li's broad, solid chest—sent her heart pounding wildly.
Seeing how shy and flustered Ye Ziyun looked, Nie Li quickly scrambled to his feet, rubbing the back of his head with an embarrassed grin. "An accident. Totally an accident."
Ye Ziyun hurriedly sat up, her cheeks still burning red. She gave a soft murmur: "Mm."
Looking at her shy, lovely expression, Nie Li felt a surge of tenderness. He reached out and helped her up, saying, "Be careful. The water balls that Corpse Flood Dragon spits out have an extremely powerful corrosive effect."
Ye Ziyun glanced at the ground around them. Sure enough, where the water balls had landed, deep pits had been corroded into the earth. A chill ran through her heart.
Nie Li looked up and saw that
Boom!
Cang Ming conjured wave after wave of blood-red palms, continuously slamming them into the Corpse Flood Dragon's body, drawing piercing shrieks of pain. As the Corpse Flood Dragon thrashed in fury, its tail whipped violently into a young powerhouse standing nearby. The young warrior coughed up a mouthful of blood and went flying backward.