No! It was impossible!
As Xiang four thought of this, a change occurred.
The ice Dragon turned into a crystal clear rope and tied the Black Dragon up. Frost covered its body. Just as it was about to turn the Black Dragon into an ice sculpture, there was a cracking sound and the Black Dragon disappeared into thin air!
The dragon's roar that had previously caused the Holy Temple to buzz and tremble disappeared completely. Only the crisp sound of the thin layer of ice cracking remained.
Countless pieces of ice fell from the sky like a heavy snow rain.
When Xiang si, who was clutching his chest, saw this scene, a trace of joy flashed through his heart.
Song qingxiao's failure to capture the Dragon was much better than success.
