Cutting off the head was a certain death sentence for any living being. The danger needed no explanation.
Yet this was the only solution Li Ziran could think of in that instant. This giant creature was wedged fast, and if it remained in this poison-saturated environment, the poison in its blood would soon seep deep into its internal organs.
He could sense that some living being was hunting dragons.
On the Red Soil Continent, whenever a Great Dragon appeared, a large number of dragon-hunting warriors would follow.
Every inch of a Great Dragon's body was treasure. They were far too valuable.
Cutting off its head was terrifying, but it could free it from this toxin-riddled space.
He was not completely certain he could restore the Black Dragon, but as long as its soul remained, there was a chance.
He had now fully grasped the Black Dragon's internal structure. With his many years of experience working with fleshly bodies, there was a chance he could restore it.
This request was excessive. The Black Dragon did not know whether it had retained its rationality, but it stiffly nodded.
At such a perilous moment, Li Ziran smiled instead.
This fellow truly was heartless and carefree. It had actually agreed to such a request, yet a faint warm current flowed through his heart.
After coming to this world, he had gone many years without such trust. He had almost forgotten that he, too, was a living being, and that trust was the simplest, most unadorned quality of living beings.
But that warmth lasted only an instant. He had to get to work.
Cutting off the Black Dragon's head would not be easy. Great Dragon flesh was exceptionally tough, its hide thick enough, and covered in dragon scales. Its bones in particular could be considered