Xiao Heng gazed up at the Little Dragon in the sky, a bit stunned.
He was worried about just one thing: How much Divine Power had his master expended to sustain the Little Dragon's existence?
The appearance of the True Dragon brought the puppet army to a sudden halt.
Yet, very soon, they surged toward Xiao Heng once more.
That Little Dragon merely spun languidly above Xiao Heng's head, showing absolutely no intention of intervening.
Once again, daggers stabbed into Xiao Heng's body.
Crimson blood flowed into the earth yet again.
Everything... seemed no different than before.
"Has the True Dragon Divine Soul abandoned Xiao Heng?" Fen Gu locked his gaze on the scene, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Once Xiao Heng had shed all the True Dragon Blood, would... he have a chance to truly seize the True Dragon Divine Soul for himself?
That was the fabled Divine-level Divine Soul!
"I can't see clearly." Lin Huanhuan frowned lightly.
