After the Golden Dragon was bound by Young Master Hei's hands, its roar turned furious, twisting its immense body to struggle desperately.
But where could it escape from Black Water's will?
"Well, this dragon is defiant—beat it until it submits."
Zhou Xuan stretched his right hand toward the Blood Well, and Fei Yue began spinning rapidly. As it rotated, a scorching red mist emerged from the moon.
The mist transformed into countless blood-red dart-like projectiles, separating from Fei Yue and hurling toward the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. Each strike made the dragon howl in pain.
Hundreds, even thousands of dart-like projectiles slowly broke down the dragon's will.
Finally,
The Golden Dragon ceased its resistance, and its deafening roars turned into pitiful pleas for mercy. Yet, the Blood Well did not stop sending volleys of projectiles, battering the dragon like an endless storm until its resolve was thoroughly eradicated.
