Dragon scales peeled away in the raging flames, flesh sizzling as it cooked. The Flood Dragon let out a piercing shriek, thrashing its body wildly, but it could not break free.
Xu Yunfan's gaze was cold. The amount of True Qi required to generate this True Flame was astonishing. Even he was feeling the strain; in just a few breaths, he had already consumed one percent of his body's True Qi. In comparison, the amount of True Qi he had used while fighting Chen Jiuchuan and the others was utterly insignificant.
He continuously fueled the True Flame in his palm, simultaneously using his Martial Arts Celestial Eye to lock onto the residual purple-black Demon Qi within the Flood Dragon's body, ensuring it was completely incinerated.
Gradually, the Flood Dragon's struggles weakened. Its hundred-zhang-long body shrank continuously under the True Flame's tempering, eventually transforming into a fist-sized, crimson Blood Bead suspended within the blaze.
