After about the time it took an incense stick to burn, a figure slowly emerged from the fading haze of the battlefield. A battered warhammer hung loosely in his hand, and the black armor covering his body bore several scorched marks.

"Hooooooo…"

Luo Chen let out a long breath. He glanced at the nearly destroyed Flowing Fire Hammer in his hand and frowned slightly; then he swept his sleeve. The murky aftermath clouding the seabed cleared at once. The flood dragon's corpse lay motionless below; it was charred through, and Luo Chen could swear he was feeling a faint scent of roasted meat.

He put away the hammer and extended his left hand. A black iron thumb ring and a dark-green ring on his index finger caught the dim light. The thumb ring flickered, and a powerful suction force pulled the flood dragon's body inside.

The dark-green ring was Liang Baizao's,...