"Can't be, is it dead?" Jiang Yuan was puzzled.
He thought that even if the divine power was taken, causing severe injuries, the Elder Dragon's realm and foundation were still there. It couldn't be dead just like that, right?
But this stench blowing by the wind seemed to be coming from the direction of the underground palace, so he frowned slightly and went to investigate.
"Hey! Elder Dragon, are you dead?" Yan Xuan rushed over, and at a glance, saw the underground palace still in the state he had left it, with a broad avenue leading straight underground.
Today's weather was good, the autumn breeze was cool but the sunlight was nice.
The bright light only penetrated a short distance, making the underground palace appear darker and more eerie by contrast, with the stench even stronger.
Yan Xuan's question received no response, apart from the sound of the wind blowing, there was no other noise.
