The scene of blood spurting from the severed neck and the sound of blood dripping steadily on the ground sketched an eerie atmosphere of absolute silence.
Thud, thud!
Amidst the sound of a dragon and a human body falling to the ground in succession, the scorching Dragon Breath around Yuan Tian gradually dissipated, finally revealing the colossal Dragon Corpse prostrate before Lu Jin'an.
The Dragon Blood flowed like a river, silently attracting the devouring of Dark Matter from the Southern Great Realm.
Jiang Wuya sprang up like a carp leaping out of water and looked at Lu Jin'an, who appeared before him, feeling completely relieved in his heart.
The Senior Brother is here, so everything is no longer a problem.
However, the Saint Heir's condition doesn't look too good either.
His breathing was a bit urgent, and his hair, tied up by the Water Cloud Crown, was somewhat disheveled, likely due to his rush.
Moreover...
