The Dragon King slowly walked over, and at this point, Ye Luo could no longer lift his head.
His physical body had lost all vitality, already indistinguishable from a pile of rotten flesh.
"Come back to the Dragon Clan with me; perhaps there is still hope for you!" he said with a sympathetic expression.
Although Ye Luo's body couldn't move, his mind was extremely clear.
Among the Dragon Clan, aside from Ao Long, who was truly sincere towards him?
Given this, why make things difficult for Ao Long?
"No need. Even if they resurrect me, without finding the remaining Dragon Soul of the Dragon Emperor, it's a dead-end for me!" Ye Luo weakly replied.
The Dragon King was silent for a while and then sighed, "This was indeed a sudden mishap. After all, you are of the Dragon Clan, and have the Dragon Emperor's bloodline. Back on Dragon Island, no matter the method, they will ensure you survive!"
Hearing this, Ye Luo's heart scoffed inwardly.
