Lin Ye felt strange wisps of energy carried on the rising steam, trying to invade his body.
The energy seemed to pulse with intense emotions.
There was the bitterness of unwilling souls, overwhelming fury, and endless regret and sorrow.
But the moment this chaotic energy entered his body, it vanished without a trace, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.
Lin Ye could sense that this energy was related to the Dragon Race.
He wasn't sure, however, if his Chaos Physique had devoured it, or if his Ancient Dragon Blood had assimilated it.
Just then, Lin Ye suddenly suppressed his aura, his body halting abruptly in mid-air.
His gaze swept over the coastline several kilometers away.
A lone figure was moving there.
Without making a sound, Lin Ye flew silently above the area.
It was a person.
A person who appeared to be in terrible shape.
