The Evil Dragon Emperor was brimming with murderous intent, the heavy Kanglong Mace in his hand seemed poised to shatter the entire Ruins of Buzhou, silencing all present civilizations like cicadas in winter.
On the other side, the life force of the "Infinite Qi" was perpetually strong; its shattered legs were writhing like clay, quickly regenerating at a visible pace.
While the body can recover, rationality is tougher to regain.
At the crucial moment, the body betrayed itself, and the pupils of [Xing]'s eyes emitted a sound of painful wailing.
Watching his completely immobilized opponent, the Evil Dragon Emperor waved a hand, seemingly intending to kill one's heart, coldly saying: [Weren't you unwilling to perform a blood sacrifice? A top-level strongman, having fallen to this!]
[Come, pour it down for him!]
