Luo Chen's sword was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the Demon Dragon's scaly armor, striking directly at its heart.
Hong Ling's long whip wrapped around the Demon Dragon's neck, pulling it tightly, rendering the dragon's head immobile.
After a fierce struggle, the Demon Dragon finally fell, its massive body collapsing with a thunderous crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The three of them panted heavily, looking at each other, their eyes full of exhaustion and relief.
They had succeeded; the last piece of the Time Blade was right before them.
Luo Chen cautiously approached the Demon Dragon's corpse, retrieving the final fragment from its chest.
The fragment emitted a faint glow in his hand, as if telling the tale of its extraordinary origins.
"We did it." Qing Shuang's voice trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with tears.
Hong Ling nodded, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, "Yes, we did it."
