"Ah..."
The old Quasi-Emperor dragon let out a roar. His head and Primordial Spirit were shattered together, red and white matter mixing as it spilled across the ground. In an instant, all signs of life vanished.
The heavens and earth fell utterly silent.
A mighty Quasi-Emperor had been beaten to death just like that.
The Myriad Dragon Nest was in an even more miserable state. An ancient Quasi-Emperor had emerged, and they had been on the verge of lording it over all races and dominating the universe. Before they could savor much of that joy, one of their clan's giants had perished on the spot.
A Great Sage had died miserably, a Quasi-Emperor had been slain, and their ultimate reserves had perished one after another.
It could be said that the backbone of this ancient imperial clan had been completely broken. Without a heaven-defying opportunity, they would never have another chance to rise. They could only lie low once more and wait for the next great age.
Boom!
At the end of the heavens, the Myriad Dragon Bell, which had been confronting the Human race's imperial weapon, suddenly turned. Transforming into a Purple Great Dragon tens of thousands of miles long, it dove down.
It snatched up the Dragon Maiden, then vanished into the turbulent currents of space-time without looking back.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the ultimate divine spirit of the Myriad Dragon Nest's imperial weapon immediately fled with the supreme descendant of the Myriad Dragon Emperor, returning to the Ancestral Land.
Useless at everything, first place at running away.
After the old Quasi-Emperor dragon died, his human form dispersed, revealing his dragon body stretching ten thousand miles once more. A savage wound remained on his enormous dragon head. Though the fire of his Primordial Spirit had gone