The images in the Image Recording Stone continued to play.
In the scene, Gu Rong had already begun to lose ground.
He flashed through the air, leaving several afterimages behind as he tried to shake off Zhao Linchuan.
But the golden swordlight clung to him like a shadow. No matter how he dodged and weaved, it stayed hot on his heels.
Six golden chains shot toward him from all directions, sealing off every escape route.
Unable to dodge in time, Gu Rong could only use his ninth Soul Skill to break free.
"Clang, clang, clang—!"
The chains snapped one by one under the Bone Dragon's struggles, dissolving into golden specks of light that scattered through the air.
Gu Rong didn't dare linger. With a beat of his wings, he sped toward the distant horizon.
"Th-that's... good..."
Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled. At last, the heart lodged in his throat began to settle.
His clothes clung to him, soaked through with sweat. In those few short breaths, he felt as though he'd lived through an entire century.
But before he could fully let his guard down—
A vermilion arrow of light, though loosed later, had already caught up and pierced the Bone Dragon between the brows!
Southern Bright Li Fire ignited across Gu Rong's body. The Bone Dragon's bones began to lose their luster, turning gray and brittle, until at last they crumbled into a heap of fine ash.
A gentle breeze swept past, and Gu Rong's life came to an end.
"Old Bone—!!!!"
Chen Xin's heart-rending cry exploded through the empty hall, rattling the window frames.
"Uncle Gu!!!"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes nearly split with rage. His mind went blank, leaving only that streak of vermilion light replaying over and over, like a nightmare.
Uncle Gu was really dead?
He had thought