บท 1151: Return to the Evil Sky Pavilion

"Demon?" Duanmu Sheng let go of the Overlord Spear to look at his wrists in disbelief. There were two purple dragons like birthmarks on his wrists. He could feel the marks contained indescribable magic power. As long as he adjusted his Primal Qi slightly, the two purple dragons would glow faintly, looking as though they would fly out at any time.

Lu Wu lowered his head and exhaled. "I... used… my essence… merged… with… them… Your… bloodline… awakened…"

"Them?" Duanmu Sheng was confused.

Lu Wu's tongue was different from humans after all. Therefore, its speech was slow. "Corrosive… energy… Great… Void Seed…"

'Corrosive energy?' Duanmu Sheng scratched his head, indicating he did not understand a single thing that was said. In the end, he said, "I'm very grateful you saved me, but I must return…"

Duanmu Sheng grabbed the Overlord Spear and leaped up into the sky. However, he soon discovered every direction looked the same.