The Black Flood Dragon directed its maw at the hundreds of thousands of corpses floating beneath it and took another deep breath. In the next second, a cyclone erupted from its mouth.
A violent typhoon engulfed everything beneath the dragon, forcibly ripping all the souls in the surrounding forests and the flooded city from their bodies. Those beneath Lord-tier were powerless to resist the dragon's soul-devouring ability.
The sky was now filled with countless disembodied souls, which began merging to form a grayish translucent ball of light before disappearing into the Black Flood Dragon's mouth. Countless translucent threads of light appeared from the rim of the dragon's headless neck like feelers, intertwining with each other at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The translucent shape of a dragon's head gradually took form on the stub of its neck where its head had once been. The threads of light coming out of its neck still seemed unreal.