As Jiang Feng's physical body defeated the Horned Dragon, all the oppressiveness between heaven and earth completely vanished.
The discomfort brought by the Horned Dragon earlier seemed like a nightmare, becoming a thing of the past.
Now, the dream was over, leaving people feeling as if ages had passed.
The Horned Dragon was left with one final breath, convulsing on the ground, growling softly, but unable to move, only making sounds akin to wails.
At this moment, it had completely become a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered!
Jiang Feng looked at this trophy up close, pondering something in his mind.
The dragon's level was too low; whether it be the Dragon Blood, Dragon Scale, Dragon Tendon, or Dragon Eye, Dragon Bone, etc., he was not interested and promised to share them with Wu Feng and others.
However, he couldn't make a move for nothing; he had to gain something to make it worthwhile.
