The neck was sliced under the dagger, cut into two segments.
Two segments!
But, no blood?
What's going on?
Why is there no blood?
Ding Yueqiu's face became extremely serious. She dodged the grasp of the two behind her with a swish, flashing to the other side.
Dark Dragon's neck, which was cut into two segments, didn't leave a trace of blood.
In fact, Dark Dragon disappeared like a shadow of light.
"Afterimage?"
This thought occurred to everyone.
The concealment and body technique that everyone practiced were essentially the same, with no fundamental difference.
The strength of most people was roughly similar.
Only those who reached the Soldier King Realm could create a significant gap.
Among the Soldier Kings, their leader, Dark Dragon, was the most formidable.
He was far superior to An Feng and An Moon.
Similarly, he was much stronger than Ding Yueqiu.
However, this gap was not so vast that it couldn't be bridged.
