"Quite the battlefield."
"Though there's a bit of drizzle, it's dark enough, and I quite like it."
Vishdair scoffed, his gaze icy as he looked at the spectacle before him.
"But a corpse should have the demeanor of a corpse, not pretend to be like you ****."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Vishdair suddenly drew his gun and pulled the trigger.
In an instant, a red bullet tore through the barrier of demonic qi and exploded directly on the dragon's head. The explosion resounded, dispelling the lingering roar and illuminating the faces of Jiang Xinyue and Wang Feng beside it.
Although Lin Guang and Lisa did not appear as wild, their eyes showed no sign of fear or discomfort.
Even if Doctor Kaiwen's Beast King didn't unleash its full momentum, it was no match for this utterly dead dragon corpse.
If someone spent years tinkering with a nuclear bomb capable of exploding, they could calmly face an entire arsenal of explosives without flinching.
