It's Jiang Taixuan!
His lower body, including both legs, had already been pulverized during the terrifying impact of the Thunder Dragon's explosion and the subsequent high-altitude fall.
The only remaining upper half was also mangled, with the chest caved in, and the left arm completely eroded by the ghostly blue frost into a dead gray color, like an ice sculpture.
Only the shriveled head, due to Fang Qingyu's deliberate avoidance in the last moment of condensed thunder glow, remained somewhat "intact."
And at this moment, even though Jiang Taixuan was dead...
The only remaining turbid eyeball was still full of resentment, unwillingness, and deep-seated fear.
Fang Qingyu walked forward expressionlessly, ignoring the resentful gaze, and extended a hand covered with faint lightning, grabbing Jiang Taixuan's blood-stained head.
"What are you doing?!"
Jiang Ying curiously asked upon seeing this.
Hong Zhenyue also cast an inquiring glance.
