512 Palm Imprint, Fist Imprint, Finger Hole

A black coloured blood cluster was suspended above Lin Dong’s palm. A dragon roar and dog’s bark that seemed to be vaguely filled with violence, was emitted from within it. Furthermore, it also carried an ancient sensation within it.

This was the ancient essence blood from the Prehistoric Demon Dragon Dog. Clearly, Lin Dong had basically sucked out all of the Essence Blood embedded within this Demon Dragon Dog.

A joy flashed across Lin Dong’s eyes when he sensed the great strength of the Prehistoric Demon Dragon Dog’s Essence Blood. Together with this Demon Dragon Dog’s Essence Blood, the Ancient Heavenly Crocodile that he summoned would likely be exceptionally powerful.

“Lin Dong, aren’t you a little too overbearing?” At this moment, the three two Yuan Nirvana Stage experts, with ugly expressions on their faces, finally could not endure it any longer and let out a cold cry.