Even though Nie Li was Ying Yueru’s disciple,
and that’d mess up the seniority between them,
Long Yuyin didn’t care.
To someone like her who was obsessed with the Martial Dao,
something like that was trivial.
How could those common views obstruct her determination towards the Martial Dao?
Right now,
Nie Li was still in the middle of cultivating;
therefore,
she could only obediently sit to the side and wait.
Nie Li was still immersed in his cultivation as he constantly operated his newly-formed,
third fate soul.
The power of the fate soul surged as it decorated itself around the the vine.
Nie Li sensed a surge of energy entering the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon.
The strength of his demon spirit was rising like crazy.
1-fate, 2-fate, 3-fate.
Gradually,
it surpassed Nie Li’s own cultivation,
only stopping after reaching 5-fate.
Luckily it was bound by the vine;
otherwise,
the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon would definitely struggle free.
Nie Li quickly condensed his cultivation and withdraw his own power.
In order to avoid letting the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon go out of control,
he couldn’t let its strength raise any higher.
The strength of a Dragon Bloodline God Level demon spirit was indeed formidable.
Although the Fanged Panda and Shadow Devil demon spirits were also around 5-fate,
the battle strength of the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon was several folds above them.