Lu Yunxiao cast the Ancient Blood Dragon a cold, slicing glance before turning to Mandara beside him, his gaze softening somewhat.
"Go on. Do whatever you want."
"Mm!"
Mandara responded, then flew down directly.
With a raise of her hand, countless black thorns surged forth in a dense mass, wrapping around the Ancient Blood Dragon.
The next instant, those incomparably sharp, barbed thorns plunged deeply into the Ancient Blood Dragon's body.
Countless thorns pierced into it like a thousand blades carving its flesh, making the Ancient Blood Dragon let out shrill, miserable howls.
Its enormous dragon body struggled nonstop, rolling across the ground in agony.
Mandara merely watched coldly, her little face entirely indifferent.
Icy glints shot from her golden eyes.
Before long, the Ancient Blood Dragon was drenched in blood, with more than half its scales torn away. Its misery was beyond words.
"Lu Heng, you brought this upon yourself."
"You betrayed the Heavenly Emperor. You deserve to die."
Mandara spoke flatly, a fierce glint flashing through her eyes.
The black thorns burrowed straight into the Ancient Blood Dragon's body. The next moment, a muffled boom sounded from within it, and the Ancient Blood Dragon howled madly.
The pain was more harrowing than anything it had ever endured.
"This girl actually destroyed its Supreme Sea. She really is ruthless."
"But being ruthless is good. Trash like this deserved to die in the first place."
A trace of surprise flashed through Lu Yunxiao's eyes, but his expression soon returned to calm.
For scum like the Ancient Blood Dragon, no amount of torment was excessive.
After another while, Mandara finally had her fill and withdrew her hand.
She feared that if this continued, she would be unable to resist destroying the Ancient Blood Dragon's divine soul. If that happened, it would