Ah!
A piercing scream of extreme agony continually echoed from Black Profound's mouth, sounding chilling to the bone.
"No! How can this be? Am I really going to die here today? I can't accept this." Black Profound's eyes were filled with a deep sense of unwillingness and despair.
Understandably so, as he was a Tier Six Divine Spirit Descendant of the Dark Dragon Race! His future was limitless.
Originally, he thought that this time he would surely find the ancestral treasure of his Dragon Race here in this Ancient Secret Realm.
By then, his strength would undergo a tremendous transformation, potentially rivaling a Celestial God Descendant.
But now, all these fantasies were utterly shattered under Ye Chen's fists.
This made it impossible for him to accept.
"Time to go." Ye Chen's eyes were chillingly cold as he continued to swing his fists towards Black Profound's heavily damaged dragon body.
Slashing, slashing sounds.
