"Hei."
Pang Jian murmured in his heart.
A sense of bleakness burgeoned within him.
The Black Dragon King, with its head and limbs severed, had not a single drop of mythical blood flowing from its corpse.
This was because the Extreme Cold Alien Power had frozen its body.
Even its severed head and the pieces of its body were still radiating Bright Divine Power.
Clearly, it was Luo Hongyan who had delivered the killing blow.
She was the Sovereign who, with the Power of Light, formed a blade sharp beyond compare and decapitated both its head and body.
"Hei, can you still hear my voice?" Pang Jian inquired.
The dismembered Black Dragon King sent no response, and the Demon Heart remained silent as well.
It seemed as though it had long been dead.
Suppressing the sadness and anger in his heart, Pang Jian leveraged the faintest Soul Sensing to scrutinize the battlefield as closely as possible, trying to fathom what exactly had taken place.
