The Luminous Shadow Sword flew over, and Pei Yuhang snatched it from the air.
He turned his head to look at the silver figure a hundred meters away. Though annoyed at his disciple's impulsive decision to risk her life to help him, the arrival of the Luminous Shadow Sword had indeed solved his most pressing problem.
The Dragon Corpse's eye sockets, blazing with a Golden Flame, seemed to pierce through the void. They were fixed on the terrifying blade in Pei Yuhang's hand, which was gradually gathering Pure Yang Fire Qi.
Though it had not been long since its revival, the Dragon Corpse had already recovered a sliver of intelligence. It knew that if this sword strike landed, it would likely never recover.
It gathered all of its Life Essence into its throat. Golden streams of noble Dragon Blood filled its shriveled gullet, regenerating flesh.
After absorbing the Life Essence from its entire body, the Dragon's vocal organs rapidly formed.
