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"Yan Gong, save me! Yan Gong, save me!"
The water ripples endlessly, a golden tentacle wraps around Yang Zichu's ghastly dragon form, pulling him uncontrollably closer, until suddenly the immense pitch-black eyes and mouth parts of Yan Gong appear before him.
"How did you end up like this? Which one did you provoke? Didn't you show it my jade pendant?"
Yang Zichu's wounds are bone-deep, obviously not feigned. He had prepared his story well in advance, unafraid of facing off with the great demons, but just as his silver tongue was about to work its magic, a rush of heat surged to his head, and with a gasp of pain, blood poured from his seven orifices, the entire dragon twitched twice and then breathed its last.
Dead?
Not only was Li Jiang shocked, but even Li Yan was taken aback upon witnessing this, unintentionally tightening her grip on the bubble with her hands, causing ripples of iridescent colors to rise.
