The audience in front of the screen watched in shock at the brutal and bloody scene, until in the end, the Dawn Divine Sword was no more, and only a bright red mosaic remained in the dragon's mouth.
In the resting room, the streamers and staff were silent as Wang Ziheng stood there, stunned, looking at the fragmented image of the black dragon on the screen and the fresh blood dripping from its mouth, uncertain of what to feel.
"Young Boss, should we turn off the live broadcast first?" asked a supervisor in a low voice beside him.
As the Midnight Mage had already logged off, almost all viewers watching this battle of the century were now concentrated in Mo Fei's live streaming room.
This cruel and bloody scene could be said to be broadcast from a first-person perspective.
Even though it was processed with mosaics, it was still a bit too bloody for some.
