The white-jade-like bones had grown a bit dim in color.
The demonic flame suddenly surged up.
The pitch-black pill furnace above was like a living thing, letting out bursts of cackling, eerie laughter.
The furnace lid trembled from time to time.
"In ten more days, this seat will be able to refine this Pill."
"Whatever you ate from this seat, spit it all back out!"
The skeleton looked toward the black pond outside.
...
The Profound Ice Divine Dragon sped all the way toward the phoenix sycamore grove.
He was preparing to leave this Demon Realm pocket space.
Before leaving, he wanted to say goodbye to the Flame Bird.
Only, when he rushed into the phoenix sycamore grove, he couldn't help being stunned.
Before his eyes, the Flame Bird had refined the Essence of the Blackwater Demonic Flood Dragon, its Demon Power surging, actually stirring the laws of the Demon Realm pocket space.
