A perfectly round bead came hurtling towards Ye Shu's chest—it was the Dragon Ball!
Lin Zheng, his entire body soaked in seething Dragon Blood, stood alone in the deep pit recessed into the Dragon Heart. Half of his body was engulfed by the vibrant, pulsating heart beneath the cracked opening of Dragon Scale.
Ye Shu's face turned deathly pale.
Yet Lin Zheng's expression was eerily calm. He laid his palms together, placed on a piece of Dragon Scale in front of him; the sixth Emotion Slayer Sword pierced deeply through both his palms, pinning them to the dragon's body, his blood rapidly draining away.
Lin Zheng, head bowed, chanted a spell. A small tree with branches sprouting began to grow from the blood-drenched wounds in his hands amidst the agonized tremors of the struggling giant dragon. The small tree shivered, looking as though it could snap at any moment.
From his expression, it seemed Lin Zheng was in extreme pain, but he did not stop chanting.
