Seeing the appearance of the Golden Thunder, Zhao Hao's face turned black.
The Purple Dragon that had been languishing on Zhao Lingyu's body showed signs of a brief resurgence. With a Dragon's Tail Swing, it dodged the Red Dragon's most lethal bite. Nonetheless, the Red Dragon still managed to bite off the Purple Dragon's tail and swallowed it.
This kind of struggle for fortune could only be perceived by those well-versed in the Art of Auspicious Qi. To everyone else, it was entirely unnoticed.
But suddenly, Zhao Lingyu spat out a mouthful of blood, her complexion pale as gold leaf, falling into a coma.
This turn of events deeply distressed Fang Yu. Thinking of how Zhao Lingyu sacrificed so much for the citizens of the Capital City, she couldn't help but regret her initial suspicion towards the Royal Family and her guarded stance against Zhao Lingyu.
