The axe collected by the Blue Dragon is not ordinary, especially since it flew out from Zhou Leng's hand.
With a swish, the axe cut off a quarter of the Black Dragon's wing.
The Black Dragon fell down at an angle.
"Kill!"
"What are we waiting for?"
The eight people who had been chased by the Black Dragon were already following behind, but seeing the Black Dragon landing, their eyes were red, and they crazily charged forward.
With the siege of eighteen people, Zhou Leng barely made a few moves and the Black Dragon was killed.
Once on the ground, no matter how powerful the Black Dragon was, it couldn't withstand attacks from all directions.
However, before dying, the Black Dragon continuously spewed firebreath and used magic, injuring everyone with four sustaining serious injuries.
Only Zhou Leng remained unscathed.
Everyone helped treat the seriously injured people, took medicine, and rested.
After resting, fourteen people stood before the Black Dragon's corpse.
