Jiang Yuebai swallowed hard, ready to accept either result of the situation going awry or not.
"I heard from Xingchou above that the Witch Ancestor has a Sacrificial Artifact that can devour all things in the world and fuse and refine them into Chaos Qi. So I want to ask, is that artifact in your possession?"
The white flood dragon's vertical pupils contracted, gazing down at Jiang Yuebai, flicking its tongue.
Jiang Yuebai's fingers were tense, trying hard not to show fear, to probe whether the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon knew of the Black Cauldron's existence and whether it was aware of the cauldron's drawbacks.
But the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon remained silent, merely watching her, leaving Jiang Yuebai unable to grasp reality from illusion.
The pressure from the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon grew ever stronger, like countless needles slowly piercing into her body from all directions, stirring bit by bit.
