How can a dragon, on the verge of death, still emit such a resounding dragon's roar?
Zheng Dongliu frowned slightly, just about to step forward and assess the situation, when Shangguan Qizheng grabbed his arm: "Wait."
Zheng Dongliu glanced back at his old friend: "What?"
Shangguan Qizheng looked toward the Immortal Device Spirit Mountain, where the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha had previously been skinned and had tendons extracted by Zheng Dongliu, and even restrictions were set, reducing its size to less than a hundred feet.
But at this moment, the bloody hundred-foot-long dragon was closed-eyed, and after letting out a dragon's roar, an extremely pure Yang dragon power was expelled from its mouth—not voluntarily, but rather seemingly forced out as the Supreme Yang Dragon Breath.
