The Eastern traveler used a bronze sword to dissect the dark and encrusted flesh of Kamiya's scales, and the latter did not resist.
After all, at this moment, the Dragon God's Divine Sense was resting on the Green Willow Flesh in the real Kamiishi Town.
Splatter—Splatter—
The golden flesh wriggled as massive dragon bones flipped out of it. That hideous skeleton, a fusion of gold and black, had coarse and sharp bone spurs with irregular edges and abrupt protrusions.
And those ancient, vast and blurred outlines lurking in this space, made no reaction to such a slaughter scene.
Perhaps these beings, seemingly existing in another dimension, simply did not perceive what was happening here?
Or maybe they just didn't care.
Then, the Eastern traveler, who was dissecting the Dragon God, turned around again.
He seemed to meet Kamiyagawa's gaze once more.
Kamiyagawa saw the heavy black robe twist and sway, even vaguely seeing the Eastern traveler's lips open and close.
