The Black Dragon's eyes were bulging out of its head. Subconsciously, it closed its mouth and swallowed the bolts of lightning that it was going to spit out. But it was too late for it to turn around and too late for it to stop. With a loud roar, the dragon crashed into the soil, uprooting the trees in its wake, just like an underground train gone off track.
Shen Ying heard all the noise and saw the trees forming a single line in the air, then falling back to the ground. From far away, she could hear the cracking sounds coming from the black dragon's body - the sound of something breaking.
"Hey, are you still alive?" Shen Ying reached out for a branch and poked at the dragon's body. Its head was still buried underground. Why was it acting like a pangolin for no reason? Was its bones broken?
Shen Ying took a closer look at the dragon and asked, "Are you really the Director's long worm?" It looked a lot rougher now, but it may still be yummy.