Therefore, they congratulated.
Congratulations to the victor of this Zhaolin Ye Zhen Banquet, born here at last.
An Jing exhaled a long breath of faint golden flames, surveying the ancient strong who were gradually dissipating into scattered light points around him, calmly scanning his surroundings.
At this moment, beneath Ancestor Mountain, the equally earth-shattering dragon battle had also come to an end.
With Jin Yanhua and the Heaven's Chosen combining their strength, the core of the Primordial Dragon—Wang Jiangzhi's Heavenly Dragon body—was grabbed in mid-air by a rocket claw ejected from the Mechanical Dragon's chest armor. No matter how he struggled, he was ultimately burnt inch by inch into ashes under the Five Weapons Divine Thunder capable of melting all things.
All the bloody conspiracies, all the Heavenly Demon schemes, along with those treacheries of unknown origin, were all flattened and crushed.
