Chapter 363

Chapter 363: The Self-Destructive Long Clan

You You hadn’t concerned herself with the Long Clan since Long Ting, their instigator, died, and Feng Rong eliminated Long Zhen who followed. Only six Bone Dragons remained from the original eight, none posing real threats.

If they behaved, Gong Xi as Demon King would handle any trouble. Though Feng Rong held grudges after learning the truth, cracks in the realm and personal conflicts distracted him—until the dragons vanished.

Gong Xi guessed Long Zhen’s death scared them into hiding, fearing the Demon God’s wrath.

Feng Rong’s expression darkened. The Long Clan fell under his jurisdiction as former Divine Clan members, representing his past failures. Before he could act, they stirred chaos again.

Closing his eyes, he scanned the Demon Realm with divine sense. His eyes snapped open in disbelief, repeating the search with growing alarm.

"What’s wrong?" You You pressed.

"They’re gone from the Demon Realm," Feng Rong stated.

Gasps filled the room. Yuan Qi calculated silently before confirming, "I can’t locate them either."

If Yuan Papa couldn’t trace them, they weren’t in Three Realms or Divine Realm. Could they reach Nether Realm? Impossible without Messenger of the Underworld guidance—suicidal for living beings.

You You frowned, her newly awakened powers still unreliable for scanning Six Realms. "Where would they go? More schemes?"

Ling Qi, unaware of You You’s status, suggested, "The Demon Realm’s seal holds. They must be hiding through cloaking."

You You blinked. Who could block Yuan Qi’s Heavenly Dao? The troublesome dragons’ deep concealment hinted at fresh plots.

"We must investigate," You You declared. Feng Rong opened the Demon Realm entrance. After briefing Ling Qi, they entered.

Gong Xi explained her recent struggles—city lords feigned loyalty while undermining her, especially after Feng Rong’s ascension. But demon tribes quieted post-Demon Hall return, cementing her rule.

She’d discovered the dragons’ absence, initially fearing Demon Hall attacks. Her only lead: Scarlet Bone Mountain, their stronghold.

The trio teleported to lush mountains teeming with magical plants, Demonic Energy denser than elsewhere. Silent except for rustling foliage, the air carried metallic tang.

"Do you smell blood?" You You asked.

Feng Rong pointed right. Following the intensifying stench, they found towering plants around a central peak.

"Something’s there." Feng Rong blasted Demonic Energy, shredding vegetation to reveal crimson flow—a river of dragon blood circling the mountain.

Yuan Qi confirmed, "Dragon blood nourishing these plants."

You You gaped. "Why bleed themselves dry?"

"No formation here," Yuan Qi scanned, "but inside that mountain…"

They flew to the volcanic peak’s entrance draped with fluttering strands.

"Dragon tendons?!" Yuan Qi identified.

The Long Clan’s madness shocked even seasoned warriors.