Once this tiny dragon essence the size of a booger began to absorb the vital Qi in his body, it would quickly form a snowball effect.
At first, he didn't feel anything. The lost life force wasn't even enough for him to sneeze. However, once the snowball started rolling, the crazy loss rate became more and more intense. Even a pure-blooded Cerberus couldn't withstand it, let alone a fake Dog King formed by his domain.
After all, the existence of the Dragon race was a dimension-lowering attack to most other creatures.
Even the ferocious prehistoric mutants were no exception.
Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, the huge Cerberus finally fell to the ground after struggling in pain for a moment. It was dead.
It was obvious that he couldn't be more dead.
"That's it? Even if it's a fake match, it can't be so fake, right?"
