Chapter 37 Qin Yitian

Inside the Jiao Beast's cave.

The aged Jiao Beast, now covered in numerous fine sword cuts and scorched burns, lay flat on the ground, its breath weak.

With the combined efforts of three, it took only about five breaths of time to subdue the old Jiao.

Mo Yan's left hand burned with Cold Spirit Netherfire, pressed very close to the abdomen of the old Jiao. The terrifying temperature from the Netherfire made the Jiao Beast instinctively twist its body.

"Where in the Dragon Pool is the Jiaolong Demon King's lair located?" Mo Yan's voice was extremely cold.

The old Jiao didn't respond at first.

Mo Yan did not ask a second time. His gaze turned icy, and he pressed his left hand with the Netherfire directly onto the abdomen of the old Jiao.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

The sound of burning was harsh, and instantly, a charred hole appeared on the belly of the old Jiao.

The intense pain from the wound made the old Jiao cry out miserably.

Moo! Moo! Moo!

The old Jiao called out weakly.