The Qingzhe Dragon spread its wings, and at this point, no one dared to stop the departure of this domineering and unparalleled dragon. The severely frustrated experts could only watch helplessly as the Qingzhe Dragon flew towards the distance.
This battle had lasted from noon until dusk, and the setting sun cast a tragic and faint crimson light on the city, turning everyone's faces red.
After the battle, the setting sun seemed exceptionally beautiful, and the entire city was unusually quiet, with only the streaks of light shining through.
Old Master Xue, with a face full of vicissitudes, watched the green figure fly farther and farther against the setting sun. After a long time, he finally sighed, cast a glance at Old City Master Li, who had lost his soul, and slowly spoke, "Li Sheng, this time it's a significant loss..."
