He shed tears silently, lost in words.
"Xuerou, has already gone..."
After a long time, he sighed, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away, collapsing onto the bed, finally realizing the deep sorrow in his heart.
In the following days, the Demon Saint of the Black Dragon revived his spirit, entrusting his emotions to the Great Taoism, numbing himself.
In this state, the Demon Saint of the Black Dragon made rapid progress on the path of cultivation.
Soon, he touched the barriers between the Great Saint and the Quasi-Emperor.
Thunder raged, the cold wind roared.
In the Mysterious Demon Cave Heaven, heaven and earth connected into one, dark and boundless.
At this moment, the Demon Saint of the Black Dragon was undergoing tribulation!
At the beginning, he was unparalleled, even the simplest [Ten Thousand Heavy Water Divine Power] exhibited great might.
