C809 CHAPTER809 THE ICE COLD PEARL

He faced a stark choice: succumb to death or cling to life. The decision seemed simple enough.

With a mighty roar, the Silver-white Flood Dragon took to the skies. Agony etched its draconic features as a strand of crimson blood seeped from its head. This was soul blood, intrinsically tied to the creature's very essence, and its extraction was excruciating