"The Dark Abyssal Dragon..." On this side, Lu Qingshan came to his senses, muttering as a sudden thought flashed through his mind. His eyes brightened dramatically as he suddenly looked up toward the depths of the ancestral land.
"A Great Demon of the Eighth Grade, if I could observe it, perhaps this nearly complete Sword Qi Spirit of mine could break through the sea of consciousness and then appear..."
Yet, he hesitated.
The distance was too great, and he couldn't make out the full appearance of the Dark Abyssal Dragon.
He would need to get closer to make his observations, but that was a battleground occupied by Eighth Realm beings. Even the residual effects of their battle would be more than he could withstand.
This move was somewhat dangerous.
As Lu Qingshan was hesitating, the situation changed abruptly once again.
Above them, suddenly countless black threads shot forth.
In no time, these black threads gathered together, forming a figure whose features were indiscernible.
