Descendants of the Fire Dragon King

Gu Yue keenly sensed the abnormal fluctuations here, and her heart jolted. "The energy inside the Dragon Tomb seems to be getting devoured at an astonishing speed!"

She did not dare delay in the slightest and immediately rushed over at full speed, applying spatial elements to herself as well.

When she arrived at the scene, what she saw made her expression darken at once—Gu Chen, who had been perfectly intact, had now become a wretched sight, almost turning into a pile of shattered, mangled pulp, with only his pristine white skeleton supporting the flesh and blood that kept exploding apart!

"What are you doing? How did you get hurt this badly?" Gu Yue snapped angrily, her eyes filled with concern and reproach.

However, Gu Chen only forced two words out through gritted teeth with great difficulty. "I'm... fine..."

Before he could finish, his body suddenly burst apart with a violent blast, like a blood-colored flower blooming in the darkness. In an instant, countless streams of blood and chunks of flesh shot out in all directions like rain.

What sent a chill down one's spine was that the splattered flesh and blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, as if bound by some mysterious force, it hovered quietly in midair.

Immediately afterward, they began to gather toward that golden skeleton at an eerie, slow rhythm, gradually covering it once more... The scene was truly too horrifying and terrifying. If an ordinary person had witnessed it, they probably would have been scared out of their wits, their courage shattered.

But to Gu Yue, it was honestly just that. Naturally, she could see through the trick of it at a glance. Though she could not help feeling somewhat worried, she did not feel the slightest fear.

After all, after following Gu Chen