This time, there was no way to avoid it completely.
The enemy's size was too enormous, even if it just landed, it could crush Su Ziyu into a pulp.
— "Flashing."
Without any hesitation, Su Ziyu flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already atop that ancient flying dragon, hands gripping another dragon-hunting spear. His figure descended from the heavens, and under the influence of telekinesis and gravity, he fiercely plunged the golden electricity-surrounded spear into the head of the ancient flying dragon.
Blood sprayed wildly.
The ancient flying dragon beneath him let out a mournful cry, gradually dying amidst violent convulsions, its corpse beginning to dissipate bit by bit.
No Source Power Value.
No soul drop either.
But in front of Su Ziyu, a stone emitting spiritual light appeared.
Su Ziyu suddenly felt a ripple of space, and as he came to his senses, he had already arrived in a rundown palace.
"Was that just a trial?"
