The sword tip pierced through its breastbone.
It had not thrust in between the ribs. It had pierced straight through the center of the breastbone.
Under the searing golden light, the black bone was like a red-hot knife cutting into frozen grease. With a hiss, it went straight through.
The sword tip passed through the bone, through the dark-red luminous mist within the chest cavity, and struck that bead.
The instant the sword tip touched it, every crack across the bead's surface lit up. Not dark red, but gold.
The power of the seal surged from every crack, illuminating the entire bead like a tiny sun.
The power the ancient dragon race had left within the seal, dormant for countless years, was now fully awakened by the golden light of the Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones on Root Severer.
Golden light crawled over the bead, seeping in through the cracks and burning outward from within.
Its body stiffened. Within its open chest cavity, the fine threads connecting the bead to the inner walls curled like spiderwebs meeting fire beneath the golden blaze, snapping and turning to ash.
The bead broke free of its chest cavity, clinging to Root Severer's tip.
Lu Chen pulled his sword back. The bead was dragged out of its chest cavity along with the blade.
The instant the bead left its body, its mouth opened.
A fissure split from the corner of its mouth to its ear, then continued from the ear to the back of its head. Its entire face split down the middle into two halves.
No blood sprayed out. Only dark-red luminous mist poured from the cracks. Once it left its body, the mist lost its color, becoming gray-white powder that rustled down to the ground.
Its body began to collapse from the hole in