The sword light pressed forward relentlessly.
The entire surface of the river was slashed into two, only to restore after a long while.
Yinglong hovered in the air, motionless.
Drip.
A drop of black blood dripped from its body, hitting the river's surface and spreading in pale black ripples.
Like a floodgate suddenly opened, a thin line on Yinglong's dragon body burst open abruptly, and with a torrent, various bloody organs like a pouring rain crashed into the water from the split body of Yinglong.
In an instant, the river surface was dyed black.
The stench permeated the entire air.
Yinglong, fallen!
Killing Yinglong seemed smooth, but it was not easy in reality.
From the start, the four great chieftains joined forces to capture the dragon, and Han Zhan launched a powerful strike; the battle should have ended then.
