King Celestial Feather's expression was dark. The wings on his back flapped quickly, wanting to escape from the city of the Half-Dragon race. However, Long Yang's self-destruction was too fast. Even he had only just flown out.
A wave of energy instantly swept behind him and blasted him away.
At that moment, a huge pit was formed in the Half-Dragon race's capital under Long Yang's self-destruction.
It was like a small abyss with violent power sweeping through it.
The entire capital disappeared as if a huge hand had wiped it out.
"Long Yang!"
King Celestial Feather yelled. He no longer looked as high and mighty as before.
Wounds covered his entire body, and the wings on his back were pitch-black. One could even see the skin tissues under the wings, and blood seeped out.
His face was pale, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
