Mo Wusi's figure was disappearing little by little.
Beside him, Lin You, wrapped all over in bandages, shook his head.
"I thought Illusory Dragons were the same type as the Dragons I liked. I didn't expect them to be this long and slender. I got excited for nothing."
Ye Qiyan was not surprised by Lin You's reaction.
The Dragons he liked had two legs, two arms, and wings.
Mo Wusi's dragon body, however, was long and slender: a fantastical dragon form with four legs, a serpentine body, and horns, just like his Hunt.
"Ye Qiyan, what are you going to do with him? He's an Illusory Dragon. His scales are all illusory, but there are still plenty of truly valuable things on him. Want me to help you...?"
Ye Qiyan said nothing, so Lin You said no more and rode away on his White Dragon wife.
No one moved to take anything from Mo Wusi's disappearing body.
Even though Mo Wusi was the only Illusory Dragon on the Wasteland, and the emperor of the Illusory Dragon Race at that.
His corpse, like that of a Top-Level Train Conductor, was a top-grade material.
Mo Wusi lay on the ground, his gaze growing somewhat hazy as he looked at Ye Qiyan.
"Kill me."
So he said.
"I should have died long ago, the very moment you used that gun to turn me back into an Illusory Dragon.
But don't misunderstand. You defeated me fair and square."
Ye Qiyan raised his hand, and Ebony appeared in it, bearing a tiny crack.
"Any last words?"
So he asked.
"None. To see the Insect Queen wounded in the final moments of my life, and to die as a member of my original race, I already..."
Mo Wusi paused. He had meant to say that he