Beiming Heng looked at the black dragon in front of him, completely unable to believe what he saw. He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked at the black dragon again more carefully.
After seeing it this time, Beiming Heng finally confirmed that what he saw was not an illusion.
The black dragon before him had one black eye and one red eye, its nose collapsed, its right arm broken, with the bone of the upper arm even protruding outside. It was as miserable as it could be.
As a dignified Demon Saint, even a Demon Emperor or Demon King wouldn't be in such a pitiful state.
Beiming Heng was completely stunned. He hurriedly turned back to look at Wang Tongrui and the others around him, seeing that none of them were injured at all, not looking like they had fought the black dragon.
Beiming Heng was perplexed, turned around to the black dragon, and asked, "Black Dragon, did you fall and end up like this yourself?"
