The two women gave Li Ziran strange looks. What he had just said was deeply suspicious. How could the Black Dragon's organs not be his own?
Then they suddenly remembered Li Ziran's identity: a Corrupted Witch Doctor.
The Human Race called him an evil dealer in organ transplants.
At that thought, both women were speechless. The Black Dragon had protected Li Ziran, after all, and willingly followed a human, yet this Witch Doctor had actually tampered with his insides.
Judging by the Black Dragon's excitement, he seemed to think he had gained an enormous benefit.
From the looks of things, Li Ziran was clearly a parasite. The Black Dragon was out there working himself to the bone without enjoying the slightest benefit from his organs.
Neither woman could understand how anyone's mind could be so devious. Ke'er, in particular, looked herself up and down, wondering whether Li Ziran had tampered with her body too.
Just then, space shook. Every wall of the negotiation building collapsed, and the debris moved toward the center as though hundreds of bulldozers were pushing it.
The compression began.
The spatial severing was complete, and the entire space was collapsing toward its center.
Soon, the collapsing walls pressed against the Black Dragon's body.
The Black Dragon shifted, then suddenly opened his mouth. A stream of black-and-red Dragon Flame shot out, instantly turning the debris gelatinous. Even the pitch-black space melted like latex, quickly forming an opening half a foot high.
At the far end of the opening, the Triangular Tower swayed like a beautiful woman, yet seemed as unreachable as a reflection. Savage flames erupted through the breach, catching the soldiers on guard completely unprepared and melting them outright.
Anfuni and Ke'er felt their scalps prickle. That single breath of fire had killed at least dozens