The gigantic dragon beast roared, pressed forward, and charged.
The violent sonic booms always lagged several beats behind the colossal beast's movements, like a video whose sound and image were out of sync. The sound could no longer catch up to the beast's actions.
Within this nearly silent vacuum, the battle of the giant beast was about to draw to a close.
The dragon beast's short yet powerful forelimbs tore the King of Silence's humanoid torso from beneath the ray-like body. Then, the dragon beast stretched out its neck, opened its huge jaws, and viciously bit down on the "half-fish"!
At a time like this, Wang Qi naturally did not care much about the taste.
In truth, he had mainly used the dragon template in dragon beast mode. Under such circumstances, he could easily digest most kinds of flesh and taste flavors above the acceptable threshold.
At last, the King of Silence launched its final counterattack. The chest of the "half-fish" opened, firing out a beam of white light. As the dragon beast's head swayed, the beam continually shifted, sweeping elegant fan-shaped arcs through the air.
When Wang Qi bit down, he had deliberately avoided the most vital areas, afraid that he might damage several Half Immortal Weapons.
Any cultivator struck by that white light even once would immediately have the vast majority of their mana shaved away, reduced to a mortal.
But to the gigantic dragon beast, it was utterly painless.
At most, such white light could only make one of the beast's muscles temporarily weak and sore.
To Wang Qi's subjective senses, it was at most like post-workout muscle soreness—not even a muscle strain, merely a cramp.
To the beast as a whole, though, it was neither here nor there.
And with that single strike, Wang Qi confirmed