"It's over!"
Li Yuan spoke with a pale face.
The expressions of despair reappeared in the eyes of the Dragon Saint and the Pope.
Jiang Chen's face calmed down, and he looked at the Eight-Headed creature a thousand meters away, his gaze steady.
"Jiang Chen, despair! Everything about you is merely for me to take as a wedding garment. Once I consume you, I will become the True Dragon, hahaha..."
The Eight-Headed laughed aloud, its form flickering as it charged toward Jiang Chen.
"Eight-Headed, you seem to have forgotten something!"
Jiang Chen's lips suddenly curved into a determined sneer, and he raised a finger toward the sky above.
"I would rather die than let you succeed!"
Rumble!
A cracking sound of thunder echoed, the thunderclouds above had already gathered, and the lightning was about to strike!
"Do you wish to die under the thunder? Do you think I will let you succeed?"
The Eight-Headed roared loudly and rushed toward Jiang Chen.
