"Why is there a smell of blood?"
"And a burnt smell!"
"The Jiao Dragon's aura is gone?"
"That's impossible! In such a short time, even if it was subdued, its aura couldn't just vanish completely!"
"Don't believe me? Go check for yourself."
Just as Qin Fan and Ma Yunbin left, the group of Fortune Tellers and Magicians arrived in the cave. Fully prepared, they activated various illuminating Magic Artifacts, which lit up the entire cavern.
"Enough talk. Let's go in and see. Everyone, be careful!" the initiator of the dragon-slaying operation said with a deep frown.
He quickly took the lead, walking into the depths of the cave. However, when the group reached the edge of the deep pool, they all froze, utterly dumbfounded.
What were they seeing? The ground was covered in rubble, deep gouges scarred the stone walls, and large pits were punched straight through the rock. Splashes of lurid, cyan blood dotted the ground, and a thick, lingering smell of something burnt hung in the air.
