“Eh? What’s going on?!”

The Heaven’s Thunder shot through the skies with Bai Yunfei standing on top of it. Right now, he was staring in confusion at the needle in his hand.

A black light escaped from it moments before it started to tremble. Like a headless ant, the needle rolled and twitched in several directions before letting out a mournful vibration.

“What’s wrong, Yunfei?”

Perched on top of Bai Yunfei’s shoulder, Xiao Qi stared curiously at the needle.

“Mo Ni’s soul imprint…I can’t sense it anymore!” Bai Yunfei exclaimed.

“Did he find out I was tracking him? Would he cut off his connection with his demon armament?” Bai Yunfei thought to himself. “Or…did he die?!”

It was a baffling thought, but also not one outside the realms of possibility. “No way…Mo Ni wasn’t that badly hurt when he escaped. As much as the Black Dragon King’s death might hurt, he shouldn’t be...