Deep in the murky water, the majestic green-stone great hall had stood unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years.

And its master had now lost every last breath of life.

Wisp after wisp of gray mist drifted out of the South Dragon King's body and flowed between Shen Yi's fingers, while the blood runes on his palm seemed to fade under the washing current until at last they were gone.

Boom—

The towering, ruined dragon body finally toppled straight to the ground. The gashes all over it were horrifying to see, cut so deep the bone showed.

“Congratulations, my lord, on taking Nanhong!”

Ke the Thirteenth led more than ten Dao-merging great demon Anchor-Stones as they dropped to one knee in perfect unison and clasped their fists in salute.

With the South Dragon King's corpse lying before them, this was no longer mere flattery. It was simply a statement of fact.

“……” Unusually, Shen Yi didn't put the Dragon King's corpse away at once. Instead he looked gravely at the green-stone great hall ahead and murmured, “It's not over yet.”

In his sight, this enormous thing built purely of green stone was now completely wrapped inside a far more sinister, gloomy hall.

The Myriad Demon South Hall.

He hadn't been able to fully suppress this green-stone Dragon Palace before because he hadn't had enough demon lifespan, and because a slightly rash move on his part had accidentally caught the South Dragon King's attention.

And now it seemed the time had come to take this place over completely.

Shen Yi turned his gaze to the Dragon Lair deep inside the great hall, and found that the vast dragon qi that had settled in that bottomless abyss for so many years had begun to churn fast now that the South Dragon King was dead.

In half a day at most, this dragon qi would surge up into the clouds and spread across the four Hongs.

When that happened, it would be only natural for it to alarm Beihong, and even reach the eyes and ears of the white rhino and the immortal.