In the distance, Qianye Wugu, who had sensed Qianye Ying’er’s life withering and fading away, suddenly turned his old eyes in her direction, the Brahma light radiating from his body suddenly growing dull and dim.

How could Long Er miss such a great opportunity? His pale-white dragon claw carried the weight of a thousand mountains as it smashed apart Qianye Wugu’s Brahma light and smashed into his body.

Rumble!

The power of a withered dragon was like a million bolts of ...