"When you're dead, I'll cut a few pounds of meat off you and have a taste. Speaking of which, I've never eaten such a large mudfish before!"

A hint of killing intent flashed through eyes dark as ink, and Yang Yan's words once again sent the Evil Dragon into a frenzy.

Its rushing speed suddenly doubled at this moment.

"Roar!"

When the Evil Dragon was barely a hundred meters away from Yang Yan, it slightly lifted its head, lowered it again, and exhaled a fiery Dragon Breath toward Yang Yan.

At this moment, the abyss enveloped in darkness seemed to be lit up, as if it were bright as day.

The high temperature of the Dragon Breath reached an extreme, and even the air burned into white smoke.

The distant mountain walls were burned red, with scorching magma dripping from their surfaces.

Under such high temperatures, even Yang Yan had to avoid its edge.

He performed his Body Technique, flashing several times to the right, barely escaping the wide range of the Dragon Breath.

"Roar!"

Seeing this move fail, the Evil Dragon in the air let out another angry roar at Yang Yan.

However, upon seeing this, Yang Yan only smiled contemptuously.

"The Dragon Race's inherent Dragon Breath, you doubly ugly mudfish that barely counts as a dragon can barely manage it, right?"

"Otherwise, why don't you spit another one so I can see? Consider it a steam bath."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yang Yan finished speaking, the Evil Dragon seemed to understand him all along, flapping its huge wings and roaring down at him again.

A long flame with a temperature capable of burning diamonds erupted forth instantly.

Yang Yan immediately jumped in fright.

This completely off the script and an absolute slap in the face!

Yang Yan at this point wasn't thinking about dodging, and suddenly he lifted himself upward, rising rapidly.

In just an instant, Yang Yan was already above the Evil Dragon's head.

From this position, the descending Dragon Breath was naturally unable to threaten Yang Yan.

"Hey! Fool! I'm over here!"

The Evil Dragon, still searching for Yang Yan in confusion, suddenly raised its head upon hearing the sound above.

However, what reflected in its enormous dragon eyes was an eternal scene.

A sharp sword blade was infinitely magnified in its view.

And then... nothing followed.

After slashing through the Evil Dragon's head with one strike, Yang Yan coldly watched as the Evil Dragon's body fell like a tattered kite towards the bottom of the abyss.

Aside from the sound of the cascading fall, the Evil Dragon could no longer utter a single sound.

"King!"

Jing Hong flew to Yang Yan's side, clutching her blood-stained arm.

Yang Yan shook his head at the Black Dragon, which had disappeared from view, and said with some regret:

"What a pity, I'd said I'd cut off a few pounds of meat to try the taste."

Jing Hong couldn't help but show a bitter smile.

For such a strong terrifying being as the Black Dragon, only Yang Yan would not take it seriously!

"What happened?"

Just then, Yang Yan caught a faint scent of blood, and he turned his head to look at Jing Hong.

Jing Hong held her right arm with a pained smile, stubbornly saying:

"King, I am fine."

"Remove your hand."

Though Jing Hong said she was fine, Yang Yan forcibly removed her hand from the wound anyway.

He saw three bloody wounds on her right arm.

The flesh on both sides of the wounds was turned outwards, and black Demonic Qi was trapped within.

It looked ghastly, clearly very severe.

"Are you going to wait until you're dying to tell me you're hurt, unable to accompany me anymore as my top sword bearer?"

Yang Yan was instantly outraged upon seeing the injuries and rolled his eyes at Jing Hong.

Jing Hong, instead of being anxious, lowered her head and stayed silent.

"Why, are you ignoring my words now?

Yang Yan pretended to be angry, but his actions revealed his true thoughts.

He transferred his energy into Jing Hong's body, directly expelling the Demonic Qi from her wounds.

Then he tore a piece of cloth from his own coat and carefully wrapped it around Jing Hong's arm.

"Thank you, King."

Jing Hong, touched, yet somewhat melancholy said.

"Thank me for what? Aren't your wings strong now?"

Yang Yan replied grumpily.

Jing Hong remained silent, just keeping her head down.

Seeing this, Yang Yan lost his temper and helplessly patted her shoulder.

"No matter what, remember, you are all my people. Your lives are mine!"

"Yes, King!"

Jing Hong replied simply, but emotions surged within her.

Yang Yan, of course, sensed this.

"The mission is done, come back with me!"

With that, Yang Yan, carrying a wooden box, led the way upward.

Jing Hong, curious, glanced at the box in Yang Yan's hand and followed him using Body Technique.

Although they hadn't been out for long, neither was it short.

Including the time spent lingering in the Ghostly Abyss, it turned out to have been three days.

Upon returning to the present world, Yang Yan immediately summoned Ice Emperor Ao Tian to his home, and placed the wooden box containing the Demon God's head in front of him.

"What is this?"

Ao Tian, upon seeing the wooden box, inexplicably felt a stir in his heart and asked instinctively.

"What it is, why don't you open it yourself to find out."

Yang Yan lounged carelessly on the sofa, glancing at Ao Tian indifferently.

"Fine, I'll see."

Ao Tian, being impatient, reached out and was about to open the wooden box.

But when his hand was placed on it, he realized it was different from what he imagined!

The wooden box didn't budge at all.

"Hmm?"

Ao Tian looked at Yang Yan with some confusion.

He didn't think the box was the issue; he thought Yang Yan was playing tricks. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Yang Yan, having been glanced at, sat up abruptly with a jingle.

He pointed at the box and said confidently:

"The box has become a spirit; it's not something you can open just like that."

Ao Tian naturally wouldn't believe Yang Yan's nonsense.

He gritted his teeth and increased the force in his hands.

"Creak——"

The box trembled slightly, and indeed was slowly opened.

At the crucial moment, Yang Yan held the box tightly, preventing another situation where the box would knock someone over.

"What's this?"

Ao Tian, full of curiosity, saw the head inside the box and couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

"A head! A human head. What else could it be?"

Yang Yan slightly pursed his lips, speaking as if it were obvious.

"Whose head?"

Ao Tian gently poked the head inside with his index finger.

Seeing him about to pick it up out of curiosity, Yang Yan immediately stopped him:

"Be careful, this thing isn't completely dead yet."

"Ah?"

Ao Tian was startled, quickly withdrawing his hand.

However, he soon realized that Yang Yan was smiling while holding the head, and angrily said:

"Moonlight, you want to fight!"

Seeing Ao Tian indeed showing signs of action, Yang Yan quickly waved his hand:

"Hey, don't fight, don't fight! This thing really isn't dead. It's still alive."