"Nothing left, right?"
At this moment, Luo Chen truly could be said to be at the end of the road, with mountains exhausted and rivers spent.
Taking a blow head-on from three Demon Emperors had shattered his Protective Treasure Armor and heavily damaged his Natal Magic Treasure.
During the ensuing fierce battle, whether casting spells and Divine Abilities or wielding the Yuan Tu Blood Sword, everything had consumed mana at a reckless rate.
Especially the activation of the Wither Bloom Dao Finger and the two releases of the Flourishing Decay Divine Fire—the mana they consumed was so terrifying that those two jars of Golden Wind Jade Dew could not possibly replenish it.
At this moment, he was practically no different from someone driven into a desperate corner.
Yet Heaven never barred every road. Luo Chen still had the strength for one last gamble!
Yuan Tu transformed into a streak of blood-red light and merged into his right arm. Faintly, the already-awakened Sword Spirit sent forth an unwilling cry.
But Luo Chen paid it no heed. Crossing his legs, he sat down on the ground.
Qing Shuang froze. Before she could react, a huge blood-filled maw burst skyward from beneath the snow and swallowed Luo Chen's entire body.
That was the Black Dragon?
But wasn't the Black Dragon Luo Chen's spirit pet? How could it devour its master at a time like this?
After swallowing Luo Chen, Black King cast Qing Shuang a cold glance. His eyes brimmed with madness, as though Luo Chen himself were staring at her.
Rumble...
Black King arched his body once and burrowed into the depths of the earth with Luo Chen.
Qing Shuang gave a mute smile.
Even Luo Chen's exquisite Fire Escape Technique could not evade her pursuit. How could this Desolate Beast's crude