The evil force surged sky-high, turning into giant clouds that covered the sky, and in an instant, the entire Maple Mountain Villa lost the brilliance of the sun.
The middle-aged man flipped his palm, and a black dragon with a gaping bloody mouth came attacking fiercely.
It was formed from the evil force. Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes and wrapped his arm around, directly seizing the dragon's head, grabbing it with his five fingers and instantly crushing it.
Of course, he did not waste this evil force; his spiritual power turned into a large net, thrown towards the sky. With a thought, he pulled back, gathering the fragmented dragon body all together. As the net of spiritual power contracted, it condensed the evil force to its minimal state.
With a slight tug, it entered into Ye Qiu's river of spiritual power. Immediately, the river of spiritual power swirled with water droplets, covering it and rapidly absorbing it, thus strengthening itself.
Hu hu hu...
